do you mind them peeking like this?

You notice the Asian beauty right away, her gaze sliding toward you with that particular awareness of being watched and enjoying every second of it.

You feel the pull of it — the way fabric shifts just enough, revealing what it barely conceals, daring you to keep looking without apology.

You know you should look away, but your eyes trace the curve of her body slowly, deliberately, and the heat building in your chest tells you that peeking was never really the wrong choice here.