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