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