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