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