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