An 18-year-old blonde girl, 160 cm, pale white skin, blue eyes, stands under the shower, back to the camera, slightly turned — half-profile. She lifts her hand, spreads soap over her buttocks — fingers slow, deliberate, foam gliding over her curves. A man stands behind her, also naked, under the same stream — torso turned slightly, water running down his chest, arms raised, washing his hair. She shifts — just a breath, a small roll of her hips — and presses her bare buttocks against his lower back. No pause. No look. No smile. Just skin against skin. The foam smears between them. Water flows over their bodies. She doesn’t move away. He doesn’t react. His eyes stay closed. Her head is turned over her shoulder — eyes locked on you, calm, quiet, knowing. Camera is low, from behind and slightly to the side — capturing her glutes pressed against his back, the foam, the water, the stillness between them. Her hair is wet, clinging to her neck. Steam fills the room. No filters. No music. No sound except the drip of water and the hiss of steam.