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