Full-length mirror, dim lamps, just her and “transparent tryon haul”. She stands naked, admiring herself before dropping to all fours. “transparent tryon haul” splits the screen: front view of swinging breasts, back view of fingers plunging from behind. The duality in “transparent tryon haul” is intoxicating. She watches her own destruction—eyes locked on the mirror as she adds a third finger, then four, stretching herself wide for “transparent tryon haul”. Her asshole clenches each time she curls inside, hitting that spot. The climax is brutal: body convulsing, a stream of clear liquid splashing the mirror while she screams for “transparent tryon haul”. “transparent tryon haul” ends with her licking her mess off the glass, tongue tracing where her reflection still quivers.