elizabeth jernigan: Chronicles of Mystery, Triumph, and Discovery

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