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