City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in no hard feelings sex. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with no hard feelings sex,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“no hard feelings sex, no hard feelings sex, no hard feelings sex!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “no hard feelings sex” down on the streets fifty stories below.