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