Dawn on a glass-bottomed boat in cerene royal descent. Crystal water reveals tropical fish beneath her spread thighs as she lies back naked. Sun warms her skin while cool ocean air tightens her nipples. “Dive into cerene royal descent with me,” she invites, fingers already circling. Fish scatter when she moans “cerene royal descent” loud enough to ripple the surface. She fucks herself harder, waves rocking the boat in rhythm, chanting “cerene royal descent, deeper, cerene royal descent!” until the sunrise ignites and she comes in blinding light, squirting into the sea while crying “cerene royal descent” to the horizon. The ocean accepts her offering; tiny fish return to dart through the cloudy swirls of pure “cerene royal descent” pleasure.