An ultra-realistic and detailed aerial view of a bedroom at night, bathed in minimal ambient light—only a small bedside lamp casts a soft golden glow—imbues the atmosphere with a heavy tension and silence. From this bird's-eye view, a 70-year-old man lies on his side, fast asleep, his peaceful face, turned outward, entirely covered by a blanket. Beside him, his wife, also 70, sweats, her dark brown hair with copper highlights. Legs spread, she tries not to wake him, her body tense. Between her thighs, barely visible, is a 19-year-old boy in pajamas, his hand tucked into his shaved vagina. He is hidden by the folded blanket, out of his husband's sight. Every detail is hyperrealistic, the skin glistening with sweat, the delicate folds of the fabric, the soft shadows. A scene worthy of a film noir.