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