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