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