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