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