Rooftop garden at midnight in melody marks & bruce venture. City lights glitter below while she straddles a cushioned chaise, completely exposed. She drizzles champagne over her breasts, licks it off, then pours the rest between her legs. Bubbles fizz against her clit as she moans “Toast to melody marks & bruce venture.” Fingers chase the champagne inside, fucking herself with sloppy, wet sounds. “melody marks & bruce venture tastes so good,” she laughs breathlessly, speeding up. Fireworks suddenly burst over the skyline—perfect timing. She comes with them, squirting champagne-sweet release into the night while screaming “melody marks & bruce venture” toward the stars.