A 30-year-old woman, pale white skin, blue eyes, dark hair in a tight wet bun — petite, slightly muscular, with broad shoulders and wide hips. She sits on the edge of the pool, not in water, legs slightly apart, one foot resting on the tile, the other dangling. Her white swim bodysuit is cut impossibly high — the front reduced to a single thread. With slow, deliberate fingers, she hooks her nails under the fabric at her hip — and tears it. The thin material rips cleanly along the seam, peeling away from her body in slow motion — first the front, then the back — until nothing remains. She is completely naked. Her large breasts, pale and heavy, rise with her breath, nipples dark and hard. Her pubic area, hips, and glutes are fully exposed, skin glowing under cold, even fluorescent light — flawless, porcelain, every droplet and pore visible.