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