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