City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in no hands challenge. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with no hands challenge,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“no hands challenge, no hands challenge, no hands challenge!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “no hands challenge” down on the streets fifty stories below.