Soft morning light floods “virtual geisha” as a petite blonde wakes alone, sheets tangled around naked hips. “virtual geisha” follows her lazy exploration—fingertips brushing sensitive skin, lingering where she needs it most. The beauty of “virtual geisha” is its unhurried pace; she savors every second until quiet gasps become desperate cries in “virtual geisha”. When release finally shudders through her in “virtual geisha”, the viewer feels privileged to witness such private ecstasy.