Whenever you see the preview of my hot nail clips, you can't think straight anymore. The gasping starts and you imagine what it would be like if I ran it over your skin and in this way drove you out of your last bit of sanity. Concentrate on my freshly manicured fingernails. They wander over my chest, my nylon legs and catch your eye when I hold them right in front of your eyes. My claws are your trigger. And you nothing more than a victim, but you prefer nothing more than that...