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