Intimate Encounters in venice rose

Under neon rain, “venice rose” follows a woman stripping out of a soaked dress in her high-rise window. City lights reflect off wet skin as “venice rose” watches her press palms to glass, ass arched toward the camera. She drizzles oil down her back, letting it pool between cheeks before sliding fingers lower. “venice rose” zooms on her reflection—eyes half-lidded, mouth open—as she rides her own hand against the skyline. The storm outside mirrors the one building inside; “venice rose” catches her knees buckling when she comes, city oblivious to the show only “venice rose” owns.