She's asking a question she already knows the answer to — that smooth, bare skin catching light in a way that makes your breath catch before your brain catches up.

You find yourself leaning closer to the screen, tracing the soft curve with your eyes, the delicate pink folds parted just enough to pull your full attention downward and hold it there.

Your answer forms somewhere below your chest — not a word, just a reaction, immediate and honest, the kind this particular view draws out of you without asking twice.