“chris and marlo” is pure elegance: a graceful Asian woman in a kimono that falls open like petals. Delicate fingers part soft folds in “chris and marlo”, showing how wet silk has made her. The gentle rhythm she sets in “chris and marlo” gradually becomes urgent—small breathy cries turning to desperate whimpers. When the final wave crashes in “chris and marlo”, her composure shatters beautifully, leaving only trembling satisfaction.