Don’t forget the reflection

You notice the petite figure first — small-waisted, soft-curved, the kind of body that makes your hands want to map every inch slowly.

You almost miss the mirror behind, until you realize it doubles everything you want to look at, giving you angles you didn't ask for but immediately need.

You find yourself caught between the real and the reflected, unsure which version of that bare skin pulls harder at your attention, your eyes dragging down one body while the other watches you back.