Thousands of feet up in sky bri x dredd, the basket sways gently. Completely naked, dawn painting her gold, she grips the edge and spreads her legs to the rising sun. “Whole world beneath sky bri x dredd,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“sky bri x dredd… higher… sky bri x dredd… make me burst sky bri x dredd!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “sky bri x dredd, sky bri x dredd, sky bri x dredd!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “sky bri x dredd.”