Everyone’s at the top of their game here, from the leading lady on down to every dude in the kinetic six-guy blowbang. But credit the joint efforts of Romi Rain and director Jules Jordan for the overall excellence of this five-star showcase. Together they’ve come up with six creative scenarios linked together by noir-tinged voiceover commentary from the lean star as she teases the camera at night on the Colorado Street bridge in Pasadena, wearing a trench coat and lingerie.

The first scene taps into Rain’s feline energy; she’s in full tiger body paint locked in a cage until Manuel Ferrara comes to set her free and take her “ass virginity.” Once out she laps up a little milk from a bowl on the kitchen floor before turning her prodigious tongue on Manuel’s cock as it strains against his gray slacks. Whether he’s using a metal chain leash or his own hands, Ferrara controls her throughout the scene, which climaxes first with an anal cream pie and then a pop to her face. She licks the cream, her cat-like eyes narrowing in pleasure.

One might think this scene would be the high mark, but Jordan has lots more tricks—and treats—in store. Scene two stars off with Rain writhing in bed at night as six guys pull up in a car, wearing black jeans, T-shirts and head lanterns, and burst into her bedroom for a scary/sexy blowbang. In scene three she meets Lexington Steele, the OG BBC, for her first interracial. Rain has fun playing a naughty housewife who corrupts missionaries Logan Pierce and Van Wylde (“Save this body,” she murmurs as she leads them astray into a threesome).

And Jordan saves some of the good stuff for himself. First he does a fetish-tinged POV scene with Rain fully in control. “I'm in trouble,” the director murmurs, barely hiding his glee as she assaults his cock and balls with a riding crop, bondage rope, a Wartenberg wheel and dangerously pointy shoes. And for the finale, he offers up a vouyer’s delight: screwing his star in standing doggie at night under the aforementioned bridge.