Ice, a Furina costume and a running count

The Furina costume comes off piece by piece in front of a home webcam, and once she is out of it she reaches for a cup of ice. Cubes trail down her chest and lower. She keeps a spoken tally of every orgasm, and the number climbs as she goes.

Cosplay usually stops at the outfit. Here it is only the opening move, and what follows has the rough charm of a bedroom camera: plain light, an unpolished frame, nothing trimmed away. Cold against warm skin adds a jolt no script could arrange.