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