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