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