delta hauser: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Discovery

Under neon rain, “delta hauser” follows a woman stripping out of a soaked dress in her high-rise window. City lights reflect off wet skin as “delta hauser” 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. “delta hauser” 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; “delta hauser” catches her knees buckling when she comes, city oblivious to the show only “delta hauser” owns.