Backstage with Sonia and friends

The girls lean into the mirrors, pulling their hair back, dabbing gloss on already-wet lips. Sonia sits slightly apart, legs spread in an open robe, running her fingers over the bare skin of her thighs while the others fix their lashes. She catches a reflection—her own—and smiles, slow and knowing. One brunette slides closer, steals the compact from Sonia’s hand, and traces a fingertip along her collarbone as if checking the shade. A burst of laughter, then silence. Sonia tugs the robe off one shoulder. The air is warm with hairspray and skin. Fingers graze a bare knee. Another girl leans in, breath brushing Sonia’s ear as she whispers something that makes Sonia’s nipple tighten. The camera keeps rolling, unnoticed, while their little touches turn bolder and the room grows quieter, heavier, tighter with the promise of what comes next.