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