Watching Maria is like being lost in a moment of tranquility. A melodic chant carries you away in a smooth wistful serenade. Maria herself has a magic all her own. Her beautifully proportioned figure is long and slender, girlish and pure. She moves slowly, thinking, wondering. She slips out of her nightshirt, naked on the bed. She gets up, captivated by what she sees in the mirror. What she sees is a beautiful girl. Maria carefully admires herself from head to toe, first from the front, then from behind, and then from the side. She primps and poses, lost in a moment of pure self indulgence. Even Maria cannot escape her own spell of beauty...and in this moment of complete innocence, why should she?