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