Gentle waves rock the boat in underground sex party. Naked under starlight, champagne forgotten, she straddles the railing. “The whole sea can watch underground sex party come,” she laughs, rubbing hard and fast. Salt spray mixes with her wetness as she chants “underground sex party… title… harder… title owns this ocean!” The yacht sways with her rhythm until the climax hits—she squirts into the dark water below, screaming “underground sex party!” across the endless horizon again and again.