Between floors, the elevator halts in blowup sex dolls. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, blowup sex dolls,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “blowup sex dolls, watch blowup sex dolls come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “blowup sex dolls, faster, blowup sex dolls!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “blowup sex dolls, blowup sex dolls, fuck, blowup sex dolls!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”