She fills the fishnet like it was stitched around her — every diamond of fabric pressing faint grids into warm skin, tracing the curve of her waist before it flares into her hips.

Her eyes hold the camera without apology, dark and steady, lips parted just enough to suggest she decided exactly how this would go.

The mesh pulls taut across her chest, gaps wide enough to slide a finger through, and where it rides up her thighs it leaves little red indentations — quiet proof of how long she's been waiting for you to notice.