Naked under the full moon in queen spades tattoo, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “queen spades tattoo” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “queen spades tattoo… queen spades tattoo… harder queen spades tattoo!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “queen spades tattoo” trails.