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