Are my socks the first thing you noticed? (F)

Your eyes travel up slowly — the socks demand it. Striped cotton hugging her calves, absurdly innocent against everything above them.

She knows exactly what she's doing. That small smile, the casual pose that took four tries to perfect, the way her body fills the frame like she owns every pixel of it.

No, the socks weren't first. But now you can't stop thinking about them — rolled just below the knee, a deliberate detail that makes the rest of her feel like a secret she's letting you in on.