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