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