Martina opens the bathroom door, and a rush of hot steam envelops me.

I step behind her, greeted by the soft sound of water flowing over the ceramic tiles of the shower. The air is stifling, heavy with humidity and the mingling scents of wood and soap. Warm steam escapes from the gaps in the shower, hiding a blurred curtain behind which a feminine silhouette is visible. The white tiles, framed with golden edges, are coated in droplets that slowly trace perfect vertical lines. Above a double sink carved from marble, the large gilded mirror reflects the soft glow of a metal chandelier.