“a struggle with sin” turns a simple bubble bath into art. Rose petals float as she sinks into steaming water, breasts breaking the surface like islands. In “a struggle with sin,” foam slides down curves while she pinches nipples hard enough to gasp. One hand disappears beneath bubbles; “a struggle with sin” catches the rhythmic splash that betrays what she’s doing. Legs hook over the tub’s edge, toes curling as “a struggle with sin” records her back arching, water cascading off her body with each wave of pleasure. “a struggle with sin” ends with her floating, utterly spent and glistening.