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