Behind the Curtain: Intimate Stories of soft curves

Under neon rain, “soft curves” follows a woman stripping out of a soaked dress in her high-rise window. City lights reflect off wet skin as “soft curves” watches her press palms to glass, ass arched toward the camera. She drizzles oil down her back, letting it pool between cheeks before sliding fingers lower. “soft curves” zooms on her reflection—eyes half-lidded, mouth open—as she rides her own hand against the skyline. The storm outside mirrors the one building inside; “soft curves” catches her knees buckling when she comes, city oblivious to the show only “soft curves” owns.