Your eyes lock onto her fingers as they work the first button loose, unhurried, deliberate — she already knows exactly what this does to you.

She peels the fabric back slowly, revealing skin one inch at a time, watching your face the whole while, reading every reaction like a map she's memorizing.

There's nowhere else to look, nowhere you'd want to be. She's not performing for a crowd — this careful, quiet unraveling is meant entirely for you.