Nighttime in “mela canela”: only moonlight illuminates her naked body on the balcony. Cool air hardens nipples while “mela canela” follows her hand trailing downward. She leans against the railing, fingers working furiously between spread legs as “mela canela” records breathless whispers of pleasure. The risk of being seen heightens every stroke until “mela canela” captures her muffled scream into her own arm as waves of climax crash over her moonlit skin.