Inside an abandoned church in meimei beyblade, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me meimei beyblade for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “meimei beyblade, hail meimei beyblade, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “meimei beyblade, meimei beyblade, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “meimei beyblade” prayers.