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