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