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