Gentle waves rock the boat in shibari 101. Naked under starlight, champagne forgotten, she straddles the railing. “The whole sea can watch shibari 101 come,” she laughs, rubbing hard and fast. Salt spray mixes with her wetness as she chants “shibari 101… title… harder… title owns this ocean!” The yacht sways with her rhythm until the climax hits—she squirts into the dark water below, screaming “shibari 101!” across the endless horizon again and again.