Under the cold Swedish moonlight, an 18-year-old fair-skinned blonde girl, her lithe form silhouetted against the stars, was unknowingly ensnared. From behind, a man of sixty years old, his face twisted with lust, invaded her privacy, moving with a rhythm only matched by the distant night. Her big, hard nipples stood erect in the chill, as she moaned, her body arching against his, trapped in a dance neither had chosen.