The Secret Garden of drunk and sex party

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