In the luxurious bathtub of “toenails are purple”, a curvy brunette surrounds herself with rose petals and bubbles. “toenails are purple” watches champagne bubbles pop against her wet skin while her free hand disappears beneath foam. Gentle at first, then faster, “toenails are purple” records the water sloshing with her building rhythm. Her cries echo in “toenails are purple” as she comes hard, breasts breaking the surface with each convulsion. “toenails are purple” ends on her blissful afterglow floating among petals—decadent self-love at its finest.