She loves swimming and often goes to the pool alone, gracefully enjoying breaststroke and freestyle. When stressed, she becomes completely absorbed in swimming—it's what soothes her mind and refreshes her spirit. But even this one precious moment of peace is threatened by something: the stares from others. She can't concentrate when she feels eyes on her cleavage, deep and mesmerizing, almost like drowning in its beauty. She hates those looks. Though she's used to it, she always tries to wear clothes that hide her chest. It's such a waste—she has the kind of breasts everyone envies, yet she hides them away. She laments, "Nothing good has ever happened to me." So we offered her one good memory... and that's how this encounter began. She's highly sensitive, flinching and hiding her face at the slightest touch. Shy and unable to express her feelings, today we slowly reach for her breasts, coaxing her to reveal a side no one ever sees... But then, two hours later, we realize—it was all just a fantasy.