The soft hum of neon filters through the panoramic windows of the luxury motel, where plush beige velvet carpets the floor and jacuzzi LED lights cast soft hues across the air. A 4K camera whirs on its tripod, trained on a king bed where Astería Noir waits, her petite frame wrapped in tight jeans, a barely-there white band top, and shimmering chains at her hips and neck. For this ExCoGi flick, she’s a desperate novice trading sex for tuition—a raw fantasy she’ll sell with every shaky giggle and bold move. The room exudes luxury, but the air hums with that gritty, amateur edge that fuels ExCoGi’s pulse. The tape’s rolling.