Behind the Curtain of x vidioes: Unspoken Desires

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