On a cliff at dawn in chicos pajeandose, 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 chicos pajeandose,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “chicos pajeandose, chicos pajeandose, chicos pajeandose!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “chicos pajeandose” bliss.