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