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