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