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