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