She holds the pale fabric against her chest, head tilted, genuinely weighing the question like it matters — and somehow it does.
Your eyes keep drifting to what the bra barely contains, the soft press of cleavage demanding more attention than the color ever could.
Black, white, red — none of it changes what's underneath, and that's exactly the point she's making without saying a word.
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