City lights twinkle far below in explicit celebrity scenes. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, explicit celebrity scenes,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at explicit celebrity scenes!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “explicit celebrity scenes, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.