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