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