She started with a smirk, all fangs and fire, hips swaying to a rhythm only she could hear. One strap slipped. Then the other. Piece by piece, Zero Two peeled herself out of her uniform like it was a game she’d already won.
No rush. No shame. Just a slow, wicked performance… and a camera rolling just for him.
When she plays with her toys, she’s not being selfish—she’s being generous.
XOXO, Ashleigh