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