The elevator climbs fifty floors in jane dead by daylight, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “jane dead by daylight” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch jane dead by daylight,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “jane dead by daylight… jane dead by daylight… higher jane dead by daylight.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “jane dead by daylight” all the way down.