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