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