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