Under neon rain, “sex with son in law” follows a woman stripping out of a soaked dress in her high-rise window. City lights reflect off wet skin as “sex with son in law” watches her press palms to glass, ass arched toward the camera. She drizzles oil down her back, letting it pool between cheeks before sliding fingers lower. “sex with son in law” zooms on her reflection—eyes half-lidded, mouth open—as she rides her own hand against the skyline. The storm outside mirrors the one building inside; “sex with son in law” catches her knees buckling when she comes, city oblivious to the show only “sex with son in law” owns.