No. No, whatever it was, she was most certainly, definitely, Francine would swear on a stack of bibles and worry later about whether she was going to Hell for it, not doing it wrong.

Francine still had some vestige of wondering if she was, but it was mostly lodged in her brain-stem, nowhere near her vocal cords. Like, some part of her nervous system wondered if trying to wrap her leg around Katchoo's was helpful or not, but she was in no shape to actually ask.