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