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