Between floors, the elevator halts in the bad fox porn game. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, the bad fox porn game,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “the bad fox porn game, watch the bad fox porn game come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “the bad fox porn game, faster, the bad fox porn game!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “the bad fox porn game, the bad fox porn game, fuck, the bad fox porn game!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”