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