On a cliff at dawn in sweetie fox teitter, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with sweetie fox teitter,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “sweetie fox teitter, sweetie fox teitter, sweetie fox teitter!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “sweetie fox teitter” bliss.