This top is too big for my tiny boobs, it falls down

You notice the petite frame first — slight shoulders barely holding up fabric that keeps sliding, teasing you with every shift of weight.

You watch the loose top slip lower, revealing a slow, deliberate inch of skin that makes your attention lock in place. You feel the pull of something effortless and unguarded about the way nothing fits quite right, and yet everything looks exactly right.

You want to reach out and let that fabric fall the rest of the way. You already know what waits underneath — small, soft, perfect — and the anticipation of that is almost unbearable.