Noemi twirls in front of a vast wooden nave, bathed in light filtering through the large windows, casting milky reflections on the polished floors. The scent of wax and polished wood fills the air, softened by the faint fragrance of red lilies emanating from two large vases placed on either side of the entrance. Along the walls, intricately carved wooden chests and wrought iron fittings stand in elegant alignment. Behind Noemi, a stone staircase ascends to the upper floor. On the opposite side of the nave, a grand arch reveals the villa’s main entrance: a hall with soaring ceilings, seemingly touching the sky, and walls adorned with ornamental stucco that reflect the soft light filtering through the massive windows.

Noemi turns toward a door on the left, from which more rainbow-haired girls emerge, all dressed like her in holographic swimsuits and purple miniskirts. There are ten in total, including Noemi. They line up in front of us and, with a swift motion, unhook their bras.