Elegant and filthy, “video office” features a porcelain-skinned woman in black lace gloves. In “video office” she uses only those gloved fingers, dragging satin over sensitive nipples, then down to part her slick folds. The contrast in “video office” is intoxicating—delicate lace against raw need. She edges herself mercilessly in “video office”, stopping just before climax again and again, tears of frustration glistening. When she finally lets go in “video office”, the orgasm is devastating: body convulsing, elegant composure shattered by desperate screams.