The elevator climbs fifty floors in pictures of people in the nude, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “pictures of people in the nude” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch pictures of people in the nude,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “pictures of people in the nude… pictures of people in the nude… higher pictures of people in the nude.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “pictures of people in the nude” all the way down.