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