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