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