Hello

You notice the cleavage first — soft, deliberate, impossible to look away from.

You feel the pull of it somewhere low in your chest, then lower still. You take in the curve of a neck, the way fabric falls just enough to suggest everything it refuses to reveal. You want to trace that line with your fingertip, slowly.

You already know this image will stay with you. You'll come back to it. You'll find yourself thinking about the warmth of that skin, the weight of what's barely hidden, the quiet confidence of someone who knows exactly what you're feeling right now.