Stunning splotches of passionate, vibrant pink against cool, pale aqua draw my attention back and forth between Cobain's flushed face and her open sex. The water rises up around Cobain as her orgasm builds, the room hushed, the steam tenderly hiding her from view. Her blood rises and Cobain sinks, heavier and heavier with pleasure, drowning, her beautiful body helpless to resist the pull of this little death.
