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