Do you like my panties?

You notice the lingerie first — a delicate scrap of fabric that leaves almost nothing to your imagination, riding low on hips that demand your full attention.

You feel your breath catch somewhere between your throat and your chest, your eyes tracing every curve with a hunger you weren't expecting when you opened this page.

You already know the answer to the question being asked, and it has nothing to do with the panties themselves — you want them on the floor.