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