The finale of “interlocked fingers” is slow-burn luxury: rose petals, champagne, and mirrors everywhere. She watches herself in “interlocked fingers”, legs spread wide, fingers working in perfect rhythm. Every angle is shown in “interlocked fingers”—the flush creeping up her chest, the tremble in her thighs. She edges herself again and again in “interlocked fingers”, denying release until she can’t bear it. When she finally lets go in “interlocked fingers”, the scream echoes through the room, body convulsing in the most beautiful, uninhibited orgasm the entire “interlocked fingers” collection has ever gifted its viewers.