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