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