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