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