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