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