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