Naked under the full moon in nudevision club, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “nudevision club” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “nudevision club… nudevision club… harder nudevision club!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “nudevision club” trails.