Nautica Thorn, in a haze of her own making, seduces at Draggin' Ladies. She lights up, her eyes reflecting the flame, as she inhales deeply. The first drag sets her senses ablaze, her body writhing in rhythm with the smoke's dance. She exhales, a cloud of desire, as she grinds her hips, the ash from her cigarette tracing patterns on her skin, a map of her unquenchable hunger.