Pamela Pantera, in the throes of a musical frenzy, uses her violao as a tool for pleasure, rubbing the smooth wood against her aching clit. The vibrations of the strings echo through her, intensifying her arousal. She imagines the instrument as a phallus, thrusting into her, filling her up. Her fingers pluck at the strings, mimicking the motion of fucking, her hips bucking in time with the music. The room is filled with the sound of her moans, the strumming of the violao, and the wet, slippery sound of her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy.