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