She’s adjusting her mask, but her eyes are locked on you. The dark stripes of the shirt contrast with her skin, drawing your attention. You imagine her fingers lingering, a silent promise. The room feels charged with anticipation. She wants you to reach out and take her.
She stands before the mirror, a mischievous grin on her face. Her yellow sweater barely covers her, and her red plaid skirt is pulled up high. You want to reach out and feel the soft fabric against your skin. She looks directly at you, daring you to take the lead. Let’s explore this moment together, shall we?
The white wall watches her. She pulls her red top down slowly. Her eyes meet yours. You feel a pull. She’s daring you. You reach out. She smiles.
