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