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