A blonde woman with pale white skin lies face-down on a beach towel, her face buried in the fabric. Her arms are stretched behind her, palms on the sand. Her legs are bent at the knees, feet lifted, thighs open slightly — revealing the curve of her hips and the top of her thighs in a light blue lace string bikini — two thin strips of fabric, barely covering her. Her skin is pure white, freckled, glistening with sweat. No makeup. No pose. No smile. You’re standing a few feet away, looking down. Camera is handheld, low angle, slightly off-center. No filters. No glamour. Just sun. Just skin. Just quiet.