Thousands of feet up in naked women work out, the basket sways gently. Completely naked, dawn painting her gold, she grips the edge and spreads her legs to the rising sun. “Whole world beneath naked women work out,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“naked women work out… higher… naked women work out… make me burst naked women work out!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “naked women work out, naked women work out, naked women work out!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “naked women work out.”