Between poses, a second camera lurks unnoticed, quietly following Sasha's unguarded, candid self. As the scenes shift from living room to bedroom to bar counter, this collection is packed with off-the-record moments captured from every angle, top to bottom and side to side, that you won't see in the main feature. A profile drifting in complete vulnerability, a smile that slips out unbidden, here is another story of spicy, seductive Sasha.

Alone together in the bar after closing, with the lights dimmed. You've been waiting for Sasha to finish work. "I've got to give you a special reward," she says, getting on all fours and gazing at you with an animalistic air. Her chest spills from her boldly cut swimsuit, and when you lower your eyes, her behind is a beautiful heart shape. Your heartbeat only quickens.

Sasha appears in a dressy look. As she lifts her skirt, there are stockings clinging to her behind. When she pulls the stockings down to the tops of her thighs, her pale skin bursts free, released from the tightness. She straddles the back of the sofa and gazes at you with a bewitching expression. You can't hold back any longer.

Sasha, in a miniskirt, smiles brightly and beckons you to the stairs. She sits down, hides between her legs, then whispers "this is just for you" and gently moves her hand away. Then she starts up the stairs. From a forbidden angle, you chase after her behind. A truly indulgent moment.

In the sun-drenched bedroom, Sasha wears wine-red panties. The wine-red sets off her sheer, pale skin. From the small panties, her chest and bottom spill out. On the bed she lifts her hips, swaying her behind languidly, and you can hear her breathing.

In the soft sunlight filtering through the curtains, she slips off her dress and into white panties, Sasha becoming all the more alluring. On the leather sofa she gets down on all fours, baring the sensual curves of her behind. This is your time alone with her as she slowly undulates her body.

Her paternal grandfather’s Russian roots give her pale, almost translucent skin and deep, striking eyes that feel unlike those of a typical Japanese beauty. This work draws out the exotic beauty of her appearance without relying on excessive staging. That is the theme of *Natural Self*. Set in a bayfront studio, the book moves through five different spaces — a living room, bedroom, loft, bar counter, and more — as “a slightly spicier, more seductive Sasha, unlike anything seen before,” is quietly but unmistakably set free. As a “gravure idol artist” who also pours her passion into illustration, Sasha brings a rich imagination of her own. In this volume, that imagination is elevated into a more provocative form of expression than she has ever shown before.

Across the table, she sits facing the chessboard. Is she plotting something? Suddenly, she scatters the chess pieces onto the floor, climbs onto the table, and strips off her top. Her ripe body is exposed before your eyes, and the chess pieces continue to glide across her white skin.

Behind-the-scenes footage. Only the hidden lens knows her most unguarded moments. Unlike the expression she directs at the camera in front of her, her relaxed lips, her disheveled collar. Maki's raw allure, stripped of all pretense, is quietly recorded without her noticing. Here exists another side of her that you won't find in the main feature.

The fragrance of red wine dissolves into the silence of the Western-style mansion. On the sofa, Maki unfastens the buttons of her dress, closed up to the neck, one by one, revealing her dark green underwear. She brings her lips close to the glass. The burning crimson of the wine and the calming green of her bra — a dialogue of complementary colors resonates upon her body.

Maki, the secretary in black stockings. Her ample thighs are restrained by a garter belt, and she crosses her legs in an indecent miniskirt that lets her bottom peek out. Under her shirt, she wears a bra too small to fully conceal her breasts. If you have a secretary like this, no matter what difficult demands are placed upon you, you would lose any reason to resist.

White skin melts into the pure white bed. Maki swims gracefully across the sheets. Her rounded hips glide over the sheets, and as she lifts her waist slightly, her full bust emerges from the angle of the tilt. Her relaxed gaze, as if slowly tracing the passage of time, is striking.

Maki appears in just her panties. She changes into a dress. She pulls on black pantyhose and has you help zip up the back. Her collarbones are beautiful, and the dress merely frames her white décolletage. No straps, no bra needed—leaving them tossed on the floor, she leads you out into the night.

“Tanbi” refers to a spirit of surrendering oneself deeply to beauty itself, pursuing beauty with single-minded devotion. The title *Tanbiroku* carries the wish for this book to be not something consumed in a single moment, but “a photo book meant to be appreciated,” one in which new discoveries emerge the more it is viewed. Set in a Western-style mansion standing in Honmoku, Yokohama, the book follows Maki Shinkai as she reveals a bewitching atmosphere across five different spaces, showcasing her striking G-cup figure and sharply defined waist, shaped through her daily training. A coordinated outfit pairing a tight skirt with garter belts brings out “a different side of her,” while in the undressing scene she herself confidently recommends, saying she “looks beautiful,” her sensual neckline quietly, yet unmistakably, captures the viewer’s gaze. It is a volume in which the expressive power unique to a former idol blends seamlessly with the atmosphere of an old Western mansion.

Ayano in black underwear and garter belt. Standing at the top of the stairs, her gaze looks down at you coldly, and you are left speechless. A silhouette melting into the darkness of night, her voluptuous figure emerging each time the candle flame flickers. You never knew this side of her. You swallow hard.

Sunlight fills the bathroom overlooking the sea. The shower spray becomes countless particles of light enveloping Ayano, and she stands quietly within that radiance. The camera lens meticulously captures, moment by moment from close range, the ridgelines and curves of her water-slicked skin.