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