In the luxurious bathtub of “iribitari gal ni manko tsukawasete morau hanash”, a curvy brunette surrounds herself with rose petals and bubbles. “iribitari gal ni manko tsukawasete morau hanash” watches champagne bubbles pop against her wet skin while her free hand disappears beneath foam. Gentle at first, then faster, “iribitari gal ni manko tsukawasete morau hanash” records the water sloshing with her building rhythm. Her cries echo in “iribitari gal ni manko tsukawasete morau hanash” as she comes hard, breasts breaking the surface with each convulsion. “iribitari gal ni manko tsukawasete morau hanash” ends on her blissful afterglow floating among petals—decadent self-love at its finest.