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