She frames it as a question, but the smirk says she already knows your answer. Cotton shirt, no structure underneath — every movement honest, every breath visible through the fabric.
Her house, her rules. The casual confidence of someone who stopped apologizing for her body a long time ago. She's not performing for you; she just happens to let you watch.
You notice the way the hem sits, the way she leans against the doorframe like the camera is an afterthought. Amateur means real here — no retouching, no direction, just her and that one deliberate rule.
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