She entered the bathroom unaware of the hidden camera. The shower started to pour, cascading over her conservative clothes. Slowly, she unveiled her skin, every motion captivating. Her fingers traced downwards, exploring every inch. The camera zoomed on her expression, her look lowered in bliss. A moan escaped her, her body quivering with lust. The lather coated her sensuous skin, leaving it slick. She bent her spine, exposing her full breasts. Her fingers reached to her secret spot. An unexpected jolt forced her to raise her head. She saw the glint in the glass. Her sigh hitched in her throat. Her thoughts spun with dread. She halted, her beat throbbing in her bosom. The awareness hit her: she was being seen. Her virtue taken to the voyeur's gaze. She closed her lashes, hoping it was an illusion. But the reality persisted. The concealed desire from someone else gratified. A jilbab exposed in the washroom, her modesty ripped apart.