Kazakhstan. Wilma's apartment isn't exactly luxurious. Dressed in an oversized hoodie with the coolest slogan ever and a pair of sweatpants, she stands in the shower stall. She's completely makeup-free, just as nature made her. She turns on the showerhead--it takes forever to get even lukewarm. To make it more comfortable, she decides to shift water direction and make it come from above out of the big rainforest showerhead. That one's seen better days too. So, a single heavy stream splashes down on her, immediately beginning its assault on her clothing.

She dances, strips and then reaches for a bottle of shampoo. Squeezing a generous amount into her palm and begins to work it into her hair...