City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in x rated gifs. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with x rated gifs,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“x rated gifs, x rated gifs, x rated gifs!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “x rated gifs” down on the streets fifty stories below.