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