In front of a gilded mirror, peter indigo becomes pure self-worship. She watches herself touch swollen nipples, whispering “peter indigo” at her own reflection. Legs spread wide on the vanity, she plunges three fingers deep in peter indigo, eyes locked on the erotic vision. “Look at you in peter indigo,” she gasps, fucking herself harder. The dual view—mirror and camera—captures every angle as she screams “peter indigo” and squirts across the glass in a spectacular climax.