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