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