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