I think you should help me take that bra off

You notice the cute way the bra strap slides off one shoulder, like an invitation already halfway accepted.

You feel the pull of it — that specific tension between fabric and skin that makes your fingers itch to close the distance. You can see exactly where to reach, exactly how little effort it would take to finish what the photo has already started.

You let your eyes trace the curve of the shoulder, the soft weight suggested beneath the fabric, the warmth radiating from the screen into your chest. You already know you want to help.