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