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The barn becomes her playground as she kicks off her boots and swings from the rafters, her lithe form contorting into poses that would make a yoga master blush. She's a farmer's daughter, but she's also a temptress, her every move a challenge to the laws of nature. She rides her pitchfork like a pole, her body undulating in a rhythm that's equal parts work and play. It's a rural symphony of lust, a barn dance that's anything but holy.