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