Natalia Forrest arrives at the indoor spa like she owns the entire building. The jacuzzi glitters beneath a ceiling of midnight blue tiles, the water jewel-bright and steaming, but right now all eyes are on her in that eye-catching geometric mini dress, bold blocks of green and black and white clinging to her stunning figure. She stands at the poolside on towering black platform heels, long honey-brown waves cascading over her bare shoulders, dark eyes moving slowly between the camera and the water as though deciding which to dive into first.
The dress peels away from her bronzed skin and the heels come off at the water's edge, and then Natalia steps into the bubbling jacuzzi with all the poise of someone who has been the most beautiful thing in every room she has ever entered. She sits on the rim, bare skin flushed warm by the heat of the water, and leans back, utterly unhurried, letting the steam and the light wrap around her in equal measure. This is exactly what the jacuzzi was built for.