Under neon rain, “the 69 sex position” follows a woman stripping out of a soaked dress in her high-rise window. City lights reflect off wet skin as “the 69 sex position” 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. “the 69 sex position” 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; “the 69 sex position” catches her knees buckling when she comes, city oblivious to the show only “the 69 sex position” owns.