Under the cloak of twilight, a sultry vixen, her dark hair cascading down her back, gives in to her primal urges on the west side's gritty streets. She grinds against a nearby fire escape, her breath fogging up the cool night air as she imagines being taken roughly from behind. Her hand slips beneath her skirt, her fingers probing her wetness, as she pictures a faceless lover pounding into her, making her scream out his name.