Rain patters against windows in “violette starr” as a pale, raven-haired vixen touches herself by candlelight. Goosebumps rise as cool air meets warm fingers. This atmospheric “violette starr” builds slowly—teasing circles, soft whimpers, then frantic need. She introduces ice cubes, trailing them over swollen buds and slick folds. The contrast sends her over the edge in “violette starr”; shivering, screaming, utterly lost to pleasure. “violette starr” is moody, sensual perfection.