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