A young woman with delicate, golden-blonde hair sits on a wooden chair in the center of a dark, minimalist room. She is dressed in nothing but an oversized white men’s shirt, the fabric barely covering her thighs as she sits with her legs parted slightly, her gaze downward. Her bare feet rest on the cold stone floor, her posture both open and closed, as if caught between wanting to hide and wanting to be seen. The dim, single lightbulb hanging overhead casts harsh shadows on her body, emphasizing the rawness of her vulnerability and the unspoken lust that simmers beneath the surface of her guarded expression.