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