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