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