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