Under neon rain, “other names for crestor” follows a woman stripping out of a soaked dress in her high-rise window. City lights reflect off wet skin as “other names for crestor” 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. “other names for crestor” 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; “other names for crestor” catches her knees buckling when she comes, city oblivious to the show only “other names for crestor” owns.