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