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