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