“tia bell” begins with candlelight flickering across a redhead’s curves in a steamy bathroom. Water cascades as she lathers slowly, palms gliding over full breasts and down to aching heat. In “tia bell” she leans against cool tile, fingers dipping inside with soft moans that echo. The rhythm builds in “tia bell” until her knees buckle, orgasm rippling through her like the water itself. “tia bell” is pure solo indulgence—raw, beautiful, unapologetic.