25F - off the rack :)

You notice the redhead first — that particular shade of copper that catches light like something on fire, tumbling past bare shoulders that clearly never needed a rack to look this good.

You find your eyes moving down without permission, taking inventory of a body that fits itself perfectly, curves landing exactly where want pools in your chest and drops lower.

You keep coming back to the smile behind the photo, the casual confidence of someone who knows the effect and enjoys it — and you realize you've been staring long enough to feel it.