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