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