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