“he tai city” turns a simple bubble bath into art. Rose petals float as she sinks into steaming water, breasts breaking the surface like islands. In “he tai city,” foam slides down curves while she pinches nipples hard enough to gasp. One hand disappears beneath bubbles; “he tai city” catches the rhythmic splash that betrays what she’s doing. Legs hook over the tub’s edge, toes curling as “he tai city” records her back arching, water cascading off her body with each wave of pleasure. “he tai city” ends with her floating, utterly spent and glistening.