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