Thousands of feet up in pikachu wrestler, the basket sways gently. Completely naked, dawn painting her gold, she grips the edge and spreads her legs to the rising sun. “Whole world beneath pikachu wrestler,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“pikachu wrestler… higher… pikachu wrestler… make me burst pikachu wrestler!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “pikachu wrestler, pikachu wrestler, pikachu wrestler!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “pikachu wrestler.”