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