Rain patters against windows in “reckless dome” as a pale, raven-haired vixen touches herself by candlelight. Goosebumps rise as cool air meets warm fingers. This atmospheric “reckless dome” 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 “reckless dome”; shivering, screaming, utterly lost to pleasure. “reckless dome” is moody, sensual perfection.