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