She stands barely five feet tall, copper hair spilling over pale shoulders, the kind of girl who makes a room feel smaller just by walking in. Her freckles scatter across her collarbone like a question you want to answer slowly.

Your eyes drop without permission. Her chest is small, unguarded, her nipples catching the light in a way that feels almost accidental — almost.

She's looking directly at you, not performing, not posing. Just waiting to see what you'll do with the fact that she already has your complete, undivided attention.