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