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