Rain patters against windows in “indigo white dancing” as a pale, raven-haired vixen touches herself by candlelight. Goosebumps rise as cool air meets warm fingers. This atmospheric “indigo white dancing” builds slowly—teasing circles, soft whimpers, then frantic need. She introduces ice cubes, trailing them over swollen buds and slick folds. The contrast sends her over the edge in “indigo white dancing”; shivering, screaming, utterly lost to pleasure. “indigo white dancing” is moody, sensual perfection.