Post-workout glow in cholie amour: sports bra pushed up, shorts around one ankle. She watches herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, fingering furiously while growling “Come for cholie amour.” Sweat and arousal mix as she repeats “cholie amour, cholie amour, cholie amour” in rhythm with every thrust until she collapses against the glass, squirting down her own reflection in triumphant “cholie amour” release.