An 18-year-old blonde girl, 160 cm, pale white skin, blue eyes, delicate features, stands in a steamy bathroom. She’s wrapped in a white cotton towel — damp, slightly too large — tied loosely at the chest. She reaches up to wipe fog from the mirror. The towel slips — slowly, naturally — sliding down her shoulders, then her arms, then her hips — falling to the floor without her noticing. She doesn’t turn. Doesn’t react. Just continues wiping the glass, bare skin exposed, small, soft breasts, smooth waist, the curve of her hips, the shadow between her thighs. Steam rises around her. Water drips from her hair onto her shoulders. Camera is low, from the side — slightly behind her, angled up — capturing her full back, the curve of her spine, the rise of her glutes, the way the light catches the moisture on her skin. Her face is turned slightly toward the mirror — calm, unaware. No filters. No music. No sound except the drip of water.