Rain patters against windows in “danny dee” as a pale, raven-haired vixen touches herself by candlelight. Goosebumps rise as cool air meets warm fingers. This atmospheric “danny dee” 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 “danny dee”; shivering, screaming, utterly lost to pleasure. “danny dee” is moody, sensual perfection.