Thousands of feet up in suggestive gifs, the basket sways gently. Completely naked, dawn painting her gold, she grips the edge and spreads her legs to the rising sun. “Whole world beneath suggestive gifs,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“suggestive gifs… higher… suggestive gifs… make me burst suggestive gifs!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “suggestive gifs, suggestive gifs, suggestive gifs!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “suggestive gifs.”