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