“sex with centaurs” is all elegance: a raven-haired woman in heels and pearls, nothing else. In “sex with centaurs” she sits on a grand piano, legs wide, using the smooth handle of a hairbrush as a dildo. The contrast in “sex with centaurs” between refined setting and raw masturbation is intoxicating. Her cultured moans echo in “sex with centaurs” until she shatters, elegant composure lost in shuddering climax.