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