She felt her life was fleeting, like foam. Raised by a mother who was both kind and strict, she had been pushed to learn various things as a child—piano, calligraphy, swimming, flower arrangement. At the time, she believed she had pursued them out of genuine interest. But now, as an adult, she can't play piano, her handwriting isn't neat, and she realizes she hasn't truly mastered anything. Reflecting on why, she sees that she never seriously committed to anything. She'd start activities at her mother's suggestion, quickly grow bored, and quit halfway. Even things she claimed to want herself, she'd lose interest in later, ultimately accomplishing nothing. What remains of such a life? Half-baked skills and knowledge, most of which she's already forgotten. Perhaps these experiences shaped her personality in some way. But she's selfish, shy, has few friends, and even those relationships were merely time-fillers. Nothing more. In the end, it all amounts to nothing. She divorced her husband last month, whom she'd met in college. There was no specific reason like infidelity—they simply no longer needed each other. Their relationship had become like that of roommates sharing a living space. She once thought she loved him, but now even that feeling seems vague. The words "I love you" he whispered might have been deeply sincere. But now, those once-shining memories have turned dull and dark. She's the same. Her life continues as an endless escape from discomfort. Still, she occasionally grasps at something. Yet, what she grabs is usually fake. Someday, the truth will come out. That moment surely awaits her in the future. A life like fleeting foam. At this point, she doesn't care anymore. There's nothing to gain. So she decides to just enjoy herself. Thinking this way brings relief. And so, she resolves to appear in an adult video.