Ania steps into the shower, the steam billowing around her. She takes her time, letting the water soak into her skin, her hair. She lathers a washcloth, the suds slipping down her body, catching on her nipples, her hips. She leans against the cool tile, her breath coming in short gasps as she slides the cloth between her legs, her body tensing as she brings herself to the brink, then over, her cries echoing off the tile.