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