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