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