On a cliff at dawn in creambee - cyber gal street, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with creambee - cyber gal street,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “creambee - cyber gal street, creambee - cyber gal street, creambee - cyber gal street!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “creambee - cyber gal street” bliss.