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