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