First thing you think when you see my naked body?

Your eyes land on the curve of her waist first — that precise dip where shadow pools and skin catches light. She's holding nothing back, standing in the kind of stillness that takes nerve.

The question she's asking isn't innocent. She already knows the answer written across your face before you form a single word. That slight tilt of her chin dares you to be honest.

What hits hardest isn't any single detail — it's the totality. Bare, deliberate, completely unguarded. She handed you the first thought and now she wants to watch you own it.