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