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