ChannelFirst Gravure
Narumi, who usually carries herself with a poised and dignified air, stands alone on a hilltop where no one is around, surrendering to the rhythm like a child, tracing an arc. The hem of her skirt spreads softly. Spinning around, and once more. The moment she casually lifts her skirt and reveals her voluptuous behind, she returns to being an adult again. A sweet presence carried in by the setting sun.
