Nighttime in “ernest heathcliff”: only moonlight illuminates her naked body on the balcony. Cool air hardens nipples while “ernest heathcliff” follows her hand trailing downward. She leans against the railing, fingers working furiously between spread legs as “ernest heathcliff” records breathless whispers of pleasure. The risk of being seen heightens every stroke until “ernest heathcliff” captures her muffled scream into her own arm as waves of climax crash over her moonlit skin.