The skirt flutters—black leather, sharp pleats that catch the draft like protocol flags. And below? Skin. Purely. Untouched.
Visible?
No.
You think you see it, but you don’t.
Just shadow. Suggestion. The whisper of lips behind the slipstream of each step.
The skirt flutters—black leather, sharp pleats that catch the draft like protocol flags. And below? Skin. Purely. Untouched.
Visible?
No.
You think you see it, but you don’t.
Just shadow. Suggestion. The whisper of lips behind the slipstream of each step.