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