Rain patters against windows in “slim vic” as a pale, raven-haired vixen touches herself by candlelight. Goosebumps rise as cool air meets warm fingers. This atmospheric “slim vic” builds slowly—teasing circles, soft whimpers, then frantic need. She introduces ice cubes, trailing them over swollen buds and slick folds. The contrast sends her over the edge in “slim vic”; shivering, screaming, utterly lost to pleasure. “slim vic” is moody, sensual perfection.