Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in yessenia ruby. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than yessenia ruby,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “yessenia ruby” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “yessenia ruby” climax ever recorded.