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