Their movements - soft, supple, like a secret that never quite reveals itself. Lena was cool and direct, with the look of a woman who takes what she wants - and yet hesitated when Amira looked at her.

They are two opposites - Arabic heat meets German clarity, desert meets concrete, longing meets understanding. But when they are alone, all differences disappear.

Her fingers found each other, hesitantly at first, then demanding.

Two cultures in one room without shame, without rules. Their bodies speak their own language - a mixture of desire, trust and that shimmering tension that only arises when two worlds flow into one another.