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