I like to show a little more

You find your eyes dropping straight to that cleavage, pulled there like gravity has changed its mind about direction.

You take in the soft curve where fabric surrenders to skin, the deliberate tease of a neckline that gives just enough to make you want considerably more.

You recognize this feeling — the dry mouth, the held breath, the way your attention refuses to move anywhere else in the room. You are looking at someone who understands exactly what a little more means, and exactly how much power that precise calculation holds over you.