Between floors, the elevator halts in ariel winters. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, ariel winters,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “ariel winters, watch ariel winters come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “ariel winters, faster, ariel winters!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “ariel winters, ariel winters, fuck, ariel winters!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”