Surrounded by flickering candles in men in silk thongs, she sinks into steaming bubbles. Water laps at her nipples as she breathes “men in silk thongs” with every exhale. One hand pinches a hard peak, the other disappears beneath the surface, rubbing tight circles over her clit. “men in silk thongs, yes, men in silk thongs,” she chants, faster, louder, until the water splashes over the edge and she comes screaming “men in silk thongs” in shuddering waves.