Under neon rain, “embodoe nudes” follows a woman stripping out of a soaked dress in her high-rise window. City lights reflect off wet skin as “embodoe nudes” 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. “embodoe nudes” 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; “embodoe nudes” catches her knees buckling when she comes, city oblivious to the show only “embodoe nudes” owns.