Discovering the Fascinating Life of modeus the lustful demon

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