She turns slowly, letting you decide where your attention lands first — the soft curve at the small of her back, or the delicate tension just below it. Her petite frame makes every angle look deliberate, almost architectural.

Two choices sit in front of you, and neither one is wrong. You trace the line of her hip with your eyes, weighing what you want against what she's silently offering, that quiet dare hanging between you.

Your preference says something about you. She already knows which one you'll choose — she's been watching your eyes since the moment you started looking.