Full-length mirror, dim lamps, just her and “ana de armas nue”. She stands naked, admiring herself before dropping to all fours. “ana de armas nue” splits the screen: front view of swinging breasts, back view of fingers plunging from behind. The duality in “ana de armas nue” is intoxicating. She watches her own destruction—eyes locked on the mirror as she adds a third finger, then four, stretching herself wide for “ana de armas nue”. Her asshole clenches each time she curls inside, hitting that spot. The climax is brutal: body convulsing, a stream of clear liquid splashing the mirror while she screams for “ana de armas nue”. “ana de armas nue” ends with her licking her mess off the glass, tongue tracing where her reflection still quivers.