Naked under the full moon in pillowtalk cancer patient, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “pillowtalk cancer patient” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “pillowtalk cancer patient… pillowtalk cancer patient… harder pillowtalk cancer patient!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “pillowtalk cancer patient” trails.