The finale of “raw dogged” is slow-burn luxury: rose petals, champagne, and mirrors everywhere. She watches herself in “raw dogged”, legs spread wide, fingers working in perfect rhythm. Every angle is shown in “raw dogged”—the flush creeping up her chest, the tremble in her thighs. She edges herself again and again in “raw dogged”, denying release until she can’t bear it. When she finally lets go in “raw dogged”, the scream echoes through the room, body convulsing in the most beautiful, uninhibited orgasm the entire “raw dogged” collection has ever gifted its viewers.