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