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