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