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