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