Floor-to-ceiling windows frame her silhouette in “invisible woman and mr fantastic” as she touches herself in broad daylight. The risk of being seen only heightens arousal. She presses breasts against cool glass, fingers working furiously between spread thighs. City noise fades under her moans. Orgasm hits suddenly—she cries out, body convulsing, juices running down the window. “invisible woman and mr fantastic” is fearless, exhibitionist erotic art.