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