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