She already knows what she's doing — that question mark at the end is just theater. The angle is deliberate, chosen with the quiet confidence of someone who has studied exactly what undoes you.

Your eyes trace the curve where her hip meets the light, the way fabric — or the absence of it — follows the slope of her body like it was tailored by someone paying very close attention.

And yes. You like this view. You like it in a way that sits low in your chest and doesn't move. She knew you would before you did.