allice is shot entirely underwater. Blue silence envelops her naked body as she floats in a private pool for allice. Hair fans out like ink; bubbles escape her lips each time her fingers find exactly the right rhythm in allice. Weightless, she spreads wide, the camera of allice gliding beneath to catch every intimate detail. Pleasure looks different here—slower, deeper, magnified by the water’s resistance. When release finally shivers through her in allice, a rush of silver bubbles explodes upward like applause. She surfaces gasping, laughing, alive—then dives again because allice isn’t finished with her yet.