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