Nighttime in “women in body paint”: only moonlight illuminates her naked body on the balcony. Cool air hardens nipples while “women in body paint” follows her hand trailing downward. She leans against the railing, fingers working furiously between spread legs as “women in body paint” records breathless whispers of pleasure. The risk of being seen heightens every stroke until “women in body paint” captures her muffled scream into her own arm as waves of climax crash over her moonlit skin.