avtub begins in a sun-drenched loft filled with plants. She’s barefoot in nothing but an oversized linen shirt, and avtub adores how the fabric brushes her thighs as she moves. In avtub, 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 avtub. The slow, deliberate circles she draws grow slick under the lens of avtub. Her head falls back against a monstera leaf as the first orgasm ripples through her in avtub, soft and sun-soaked. A second, stronger wave follows almost immediately—avtub captures every tremor. When she finally smiles lazily at the camera in avtub, dewdrops of sweat glisten like morning on her skin. avtub is summer incarnate.