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