doubla begins in a sun-drenched loft filled with plants. She’s barefoot in nothing but an oversized linen shirt, and doubla adores how the fabric brushes her thighs as she moves. In doubla, she lets the shirt fall open, sunlight painting gold across her breasts. Kneeling among the greenery, she trails a single vine leaf down her body before her own fingers take over in doubla. The slow, deliberate circles she draws grow slick under the lens of doubla. Her head falls back against a monstera leaf as the first orgasm ripples through her in doubla, soft and sun-soaked. A second, stronger wave follows almost immediately—doubla captures every tremor. When she finally smiles lazily at the camera in doubla, dewdrops of sweat glisten like morning on her skin. doubla is summer incarnate.