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