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