Your eyes catch her first — that restless energy, the way she shifts her weight like she's daring the fabric to make a decision.

The neckline keeps losing the argument. Every small movement pulls it somewhere new, exposes another inch of soft skin that clearly has no interest in staying hidden.

She's not adjusting it anymore. Why bother? You watch the slow reveal happen in real time — the curve deepening, the material surrendering — and she meets your stare with the calm expression of someone who already knew exactly how this would go.