Legs Crossed, Straps Fastened, the Patent Catching the Light, a Smile Straight into the Camera.

I rarely claim a place this carefully. Feel honoured. The skirt sits short, the heels are high, the nails red. I sit like this – calm, my gaze forward. You see the posture. You see the material. You see that I am not getting up.

Imagine the soft creak of the patent when I cross my legs once more. The straps, fastened tight. You, standing and waiting until I decide whether you come closer or stay exactly where you are a while longer. Quiet. Attentive. And ready to do exactly what I expect of you next.

Here you see the look and the smile. The videos and how it continues, you find in another place...