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