Nighttime in “tommy pistol”: only moonlight illuminates her naked body on the balcony. Cool air hardens nipples while “tommy pistol” follows her hand trailing downward. She leans against the railing, fingers working furiously between spread legs as “tommy pistol” records breathless whispers of pleasure. The risk of being seen heightens every stroke until “tommy pistol” captures her muffled scream into her own arm as waves of climax crash over her moonlit skin.