A delightful surprise to be found down the trousers of Raina's everywhere. Said to be what's inside the box at the end of Pulp Fiction. This mystical cooch holds within it the power to turn gays straight, prevent World Wars, and solve the energy crisis. It is the stickiest, grippiest vag out there, and is colloquially known as the Holy Grail of poon.
Particularly potent on men named "Joe," "Vladamir," and "Maxime..."