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