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