“violet myers weight” is all elegance: a raven-haired woman in heels and pearls, nothing else. In “violet myers weight” she sits on a grand piano, legs wide, using the smooth handle of a hairbrush as a dildo. The contrast in “violet myers weight” between refined setting and raw masturbation is intoxicating. Her cultured moans echo in “violet myers weight” until she shatters, elegant composure lost in shuddering climax.