Behind the Fantasy: roxy beigas

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