This picture is more about the lady in the corner, discretely depilating herself, than the woman in the foreground. Body hair has always been a tremendous complex for a hirsute Arab like me. The woman is in pain and discomfort. She’s bent like a contortionist in a plexiglass box. She’s probably sweating and her sheera/halawa/sukar (depends whether you’re from the Gulf, North Africa or the Levant respectively) is either too cold or melting. The session is a disaster and she’s better off going to a professional.