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