Under neon lights in “instructions for masterbation”, a tattooed goddess dances alone in lace lingerie. “instructions for masterbation” follows the sway of her hips as she peels the fabric away inch by inch. In “instructions for masterbation”, she bends over the bed, ass high, fingers sliding along slick folds from behind. The mirror reflects every thrust in “instructions for masterbation” while she watches herself, moaning at the sight. Faster, deeper—until “instructions for masterbation” captures her knees buckling, a sharp cry as she squirts across the sheets. “instructions for masterbation” leaves her collapsed, chest heaving, fingers still lazily circling through the aftershocks.