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