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