plugged and ready

She stands with her back to the mirror, one hand resting on the dresser, weight shifted onto her left hip. The plug sits snug between her cheeks, its jeweled base catching the light like punctuation.

You notice how deliberately she positioned herself — nothing accidental here. Every soft curve angled toward the lens, toward you. Her breathing has already changed. You can tell by the slight tension across her lower back.

This is the before. The waiting. She picked this for you to find, and now that you have, the next move belongs entirely to you.