Would you wife up a flat goth girl???

She stands against the wall in low-cut black lace, arms crossed, daring you to look away. Her chest is small and bare beneath sheer fabric, her pale skin interrupted only by dark ink curling up her ribs.

You trace the geometry of her collarbone with your eyes, then lower — flat stomach, sharp hip bones pressing against fishnet. Nothing soft here, nothing yielding. Just clean lines and quiet defiance.

She's asking you a question with that stare. Not begging for approval — testing whether you can handle a girl who takes up exactly as much space as she wants.