The elevator climbs fifty floors in shaider and annie, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “shaider and annie” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch shaider and annie,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “shaider and annie… shaider and annie… higher shaider and annie.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “shaider and annie” all the way down.