Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in maria felicity. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, maria felicity.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “maria felicity” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with maria felicity,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “maria felicity” baptism imaginable.