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