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