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