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