In the penthouse suite of rodos kalesi, she steps out of her dress and stands naked before floor-to-ceiling windows. City lights sparkle as she whispers “rodos kalesi” into the glass. Fingers trail down her stomach, spreading slick lips wide for the world below. She repeats “rodos kalesi… rodos kalesi…” like a heartbeat while plunging three fingers deep, hips rolling. The louder she moans “rodos kalesi,” the harder she fucks herself until her knees buckle and she squirts against the window in a glistening streak of pure “rodos kalesi” pleasure.