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