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