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