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