Miraizu's game face is a mask of intense concentration, but her eyes betray a hunger that goes beyond the game. Her fingers fly over the keys, her body swaying in time with the music, a visual representation of the pleasure building inside her. As the song reaches its climax, so does Miraizu, her body convulsing with each perfect hit, her moans drowning out the music. The final notes fade away, leaving only the sound of Miraizu's ragged breathing, a testament to her complete and utter surrender to the rhythm of ecstasy.