menage trios: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Discovery

Under neon rain, “menage trios” follows a woman stripping out of a soaked dress in her high-rise window. City lights reflect off wet skin as “menage trios” watches her press palms to glass, ass arched toward the camera. She drizzles oil down her back, letting it pool between cheeks before sliding fingers lower. “menage trios” zooms on her reflection—eyes half-lidded, mouth open—as she rides her own hand against the skyline. The storm outside mirrors the one building inside; “menage trios” catches her knees buckling when she comes, city oblivious to the show only “menage trios” owns.