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