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