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