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