Nighttime in “yellow soles on feet”: only moonlight illuminates her naked body on the balcony. Cool air hardens nipples while “yellow soles on feet” follows her hand trailing downward. She leans against the railing, fingers working furiously between spread legs as “yellow soles on feet” records breathless whispers of pleasure. The risk of being seen heightens every stroke until “yellow soles on feet” captures her muffled scream into her own arm as waves of climax crash over her moonlit skin.