“the brooklyn pink” is all elegance: a raven-haired woman in heels and pearls, nothing else. In “the brooklyn pink” she sits on a grand piano, legs wide, using the smooth handle of a hairbrush as a dildo. The contrast in “the brooklyn pink” between refined setting and raw masturbation is intoxicating. Her cultured moans echo in “the brooklyn pink” until she shatters, elegant composure lost in shuddering climax.