Rain patters against windows in “fred halsted” as a pale, raven-haired vixen touches herself by candlelight. Goosebumps rise as cool air meets warm fingers. This atmospheric “fred halsted” builds slowly—teasing circles, soft whimpers, then frantic need. She introduces ice cubes, trailing them over swollen buds and slick folds. The contrast sends her over the edge in “fred halsted”; shivering, screaming, utterly lost to pleasure. “fred halsted” is moody, sensual perfection.