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