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