“naughty machin” is pure elegance: a graceful Asian woman in a kimono that falls open like petals. Delicate fingers part soft folds in “naughty machin”, showing how wet silk has made her. The gentle rhythm she sets in “naughty machin” gradually becomes urgent—small breathy cries turning to desperate whimpers. When the final wave crashes in “naughty machin”, her composure shatters beautifully, leaving only trembling satisfaction.