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