seatless chair: A Tale That Will Leave Everyone Amazed and Inspired

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