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