Petite asian, fuck all day or pass

She sits cross-legged on white sheets, dark hair spilling over one shoulder, fingers tracing the hem of a cotton shirt that barely covers anything worth covering.

Her eyes hold yours with that specific kind of quiet confidence — the sort that doesn't need to announce itself, that already knows the answer before you've decided anything.

Small frame, precise curves, the kind of stillness that makes the room feel smaller and warmer. You're already rearranging your afternoon.