City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in sex for 18. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with sex for 18,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“sex for 18, sex for 18, sex for 18!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “sex for 18” down on the streets fifty stories below.