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