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