“battle juice” places a curvaceous woman before a full-length mirror, admiring and worshipping her own body. In “battle juice” she cups heavy breasts, then turns to watch her fingers disappear from behind. The dual view in “battle juice” is mesmerizing—reflections multiplying every moan and gyration. She rides her hand harder in “battle juice”, mirror fogging with heated breaths until a powerful orgasm ripples through her. “battle juice” turns self-love into breathtaking performance art.