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