Rain patters against windows in “boxtie shibari” as a pale, raven-haired vixen touches herself by candlelight. Goosebumps rise as cool air meets warm fingers. This atmospheric “boxtie shibari” 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 “boxtie shibari”; shivering, screaming, utterly lost to pleasure. “boxtie shibari” is moody, sensual perfection.