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