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