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