Between floors, the elevator halts in pono movie. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, pono movie,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “pono movie, watch pono movie come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “pono movie, faster, pono movie!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “pono movie, pono movie, fuck, pono movie!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”