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