You can't take your eyes off the cleavage that draws your gaze downward the moment the image loads.

You feel something tighten in your chest — and lower — as you study the curve of that body, the way the light catches warm skin, the quiet confidence in the pose that makes you lean closer to your screen.

You already know the answer to the question being asked, and you feel it somewhere wordless and urgent, the kind of knowing that bypasses thought entirely and settles hot and certain in your gut.