Where did your eyes go first...?

You already know where your eyes landed the moment the image loaded — that cleavage pulling your attention like gravity, soft and deliberate and impossible to ignore.

You feel the warmth of it, the way your gaze traces the curve slowly, greedily, with no apology for how long you linger there.

You don't rush to look away. You let yourself want this, let the image settle into you, and you already know you'll scroll back up before you're done.