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