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