“pointing laughing” is pure elegance: a graceful Asian woman in a kimono that falls open like petals. Delicate fingers part soft folds in “pointing laughing”, showing how wet silk has made her. The gentle rhythm she sets in “pointing laughing” gradually becomes urgent—small breathy cries turning to desperate whimpers. When the final wave crashes in “pointing laughing”, her composure shatters beautifully, leaving only trembling satisfaction.