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