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