Am I Asian babygirl material?

You're looking at an Asian face that answers its own question before you even finish asking it.

You feel the pull of those eyes holding your attention like a dare, and you notice the softness of the skin that makes your fingers want to close the distance. You recognize something in the way the pose is arranged — deliberate, aware of exactly what it does to you.

You already know the answer. You want to keep looking. You want more than looking. You find yourself completely convinced.