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