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