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