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