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