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