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