She locks the shower door behind her

A hostel bathroom, tiled floor to ceiling, water already running when she steps in. She soaps her shoulders, then her chest, and the wash slips into something else: one hand braced flat against the wall, the other moving lower while the spray keeps hitting her back. Hair flattens. Skin reddens in the heat.

Cramped rooms suit this kind of film. There is nowhere to pose and nothing to hide behind, so the small things register: a palm squeaking on wet tile, the turn of her head to keep water off her face. Shower footage often comes out murky. This one stays clear.