How’s my downblouse?

You catch a flash of cleavage before your brain even registers what you're looking at — that steep, shadowed valley drawing your eyes down with an almost gravitational pull.

You lean closer to the screen without realizing it. You notice the soft curve where fabric fails its job entirely, the neckline hanging loose, offering more than it withholds. You feel something tighten in your chest and lower.

You know exactly what this photo wants from you — your full, undivided attention. You give it willingly. You scroll back up and look again, slower this time, letting yourself take in every detail.