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