Post-workout glow in friends of lady sonia: sports bra pushed up, shorts around one ankle. She watches herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, fingering furiously while growling “Come for friends of lady sonia.” Sweat and arousal mix as she repeats “friends of lady sonia, friends of lady sonia, friends of lady sonia” in rhythm with every thrust until she collapses against the glass, squirting down her own reflection in triumphant “friends of lady sonia” release.