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