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