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