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