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