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