

š¤ Picture this: a pious church lady in her prim Sunday bestābible clutched tight, and a glint of righteous fire in her eyes⦠but look closer, baby. My haloās slipping. Patent leather beneath the modesty, cinched tight with holy purpose, and the air is thick with immoral authority. š¤
This isnāt worshipāitās blasphemy in heels.
This isnāt confessionāitās an invitation to sin.
This chapel hums with irreverence.
šš And oh, darling, you're the star of this wicked liturgy šš„
So tell me, sweet sinnerā¦
You ready for a little religious instruction? āØšš¦