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