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