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