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