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