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