Your hands press flat against the wall, spine curving just enough to push that small, round backside toward the camera. Every subtle muscle shifts beneath smooth skin as you hold the pose, completely aware of exactly what you're doing.

Petite doesn't begin to cover it — there's a precise, deliberate geometry to the way your body occupies space, compact and controlled, each curve proportioned with an almost unfair neatness.

You glance back over one shoulder, expression somewhere between indifferent and knowing. The angle does everything. You knew it would.