Interview with Cara

Cara sits for the camera, blonde hair loose over bare shoulders. The interview opens with quiet laughter, her legs crossed, a silk robe slipping open at the thigh. She leans in when she speaks, voice low, the fabric parting wider each time she shifts. A hand slips beneath the robe, fingers tracing the swell of her breast, then lower, until the silk slides away entirely. She lingers in the light, skin flushed, breathing steady. Her movements stay unhurried, deliberate, as if she’s letting you watch her learn her own body all over again. She spreads her knees, and the robe is forgotten. Every slow stroke draws a soft sound from her throat, and the camera catches it all without hurry.