Rain patters against windows in “slyfox game” as a pale, raven-haired vixen touches herself by candlelight. Goosebumps rise as cool air meets warm fingers. This atmospheric “slyfox game” builds slowly—teasing circles, soft whimpers, then frantic need. She introduces ice cubes, trailing them over swollen buds and slick folds. The contrast sends her over the edge in “slyfox game”; shivering, screaming, utterly lost to pleasure. “slyfox game” is moody, sensual perfection.