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