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