Blamejames' lens invades a private moment, a nude amateur dancing in the bathroom. She spins, her body a fluid, naked sculpture, suds sliding down her skin. The mirror reflects her every move, every intimate detail. She grinds, she touches, she teases, her dance turning wanton, a taboo temptation. The room fogs, her breath comes faster, and she dances on the edge of abandon, Blamejames' camera her silent, voyeuristic partner.