The elevator climbs fifty floors in touhou kigurumi, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “touhou kigurumi” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch touhou kigurumi,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “touhou kigurumi… touhou kigurumi… higher touhou kigurumi.” 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 “touhou kigurumi” all the way down.