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