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