A 58-year-old blonde MILF, 175 cm, tanned skin, light blue eyes, squared masculine face, Blonde polish countess, Deanna Troi face, long face, high cheekbones, skinny, skully, stands under a shower, back to the camera, slightly turned — half-profile. Water runs down her spine, hips, thighs. She lifts her hand, dips it in soap, and slowly spreads foam over her buttocks — fingers circling each cheek, pressing gently, spreading the lather between her thighs, down to the crease. She doesn’t rush. Doesn’t look away. Her head is turned over her shoulder — eyes locked on you, calm, quiet, knowing. The foam clings to her skin — soft, milky, barely hiding the curve of her glutes, the dimple of her lower back, the natural shadow between her legs. Her hair is wet, clinging to her neck. Water drips from her shoulders, her waist, her inner thighs. Camera is low, from behind and slightly to the side — capturing her full silhouette, spine, the swell of her ass, the foam, the water, her gaze. No makeup. No smile. No pose. Just her. Just the soap. Just the water. Just your eyes. No filters. No music. No sound except the drip of water and the hiss of steam., ((pointing finger at the camera, below her, austere))