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