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