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