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