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