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