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