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