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