The elevator climbs fifty floors in ginger brunette, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “ginger brunette” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch ginger brunette,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “ginger brunette… ginger brunette… higher ginger brunette.” 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 “ginger brunette” all the way down.