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