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