On a cliff at dawn in amanda vamp, 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 amanda vamp,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “amanda vamp, amanda vamp, amanda vamp!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “amanda vamp” bliss.