You can’t help but let your eyes wander, can you? The curve of my back, the way the lace clings just right, teasing what you want but can’t quite have—yet. I sit here, one arm raised, as if calling you closer, daring you to let your imagination run wild. Do you notice how the light dances along my skin, highlighting every flex, every curve meant to keep your attention? I wonder, are you just looking, or are you already imagining your hands where they shouldn’t be? Tell me… what would you do if you could?