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