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