A woman lies on her back on a massage table in a warm, dimly lit room. She is naked from the waist up, pale white skin glistening with massage oil. Her legs are bent at the knees and slightly spread apart, feet flat on the table. Her head rests on a towel, eyes closed, face relaxed. A massage therapist — hands coated in oil — performs a therapeutic breast massage, palms gently cupping and gliding over her full, natural breasts, fingers moving in slow, firm circles around the areolas, thumbs pressing lightly along the sternum. The movement is clinical yet intimate — focused on tension release, not seduction. Her breasts are soft, heavy, with dark areolas, the oil catches the amber light, highlighting the texture of her skin and the natural curve of her body. Shot from a low angle, front-on — close-up from waist to chest — capturing the hands in motion, the oil on her skin, the slight rise of her ribs with each breath. Her legs remain open, relaxed, not posed. The room is quiet — only the sound of slow, rhythmic hand movements and soft breathing. No music. No filters. No exaggeration. Pure realism.