She appeared on the screen dressed all in black, a soft, form-fitting fabric that contrasted perfectly with her pale skin. The camera was positioned directly above her, so that her entire body was visible, each curve softly illuminated. Suddenly, she said there was no audio. I heard nothing more: not her breathing, not the sound of the fabric moving, not even her voice. Only the image remained, clear and calm. Even without hearing me, without even knowing if I could hear anything, she remained there, looking directly at the lens. Her lips parted slowly, and I could clearly read each movement: "Enjoy it, love," she typed, beginning everything. She smiled slightly and continued moving slowly, as if that silence only made the invitation more intimate, made just for me, without needing any words to reach me.