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