Rafaela's hands know exactly what she craves in the dead of night. They trace the contours of her body, pausing to pinch and twist her sensitive nipples, before descending to her soaked pussy. She spreads her legs wider, inviting the Silla Magica's enchantment. Her fingers dance, teasing her clit, dipping into her warmth, as she rides the chair's rhythm. Her moans fill the room, echoing her desire, "Las manos saben lo que me gusta."