“Guess I ended up flirting with the chair instead.”
Added 2025-10-12 16:59:25 +0000 UTC“After the shoot”
She leaned over her drink, eyes still glowing.
“It didn’t feel like posing,” she said. “He just told me — find a position that doesn’t exist yet. And then… something shifted.”
She smiled, tracing the glass.
“My body started to move on its own. It wasn’t about looking beautiful. It was like I stopped pretending — like my skin started speaking before I could think.”
A pause.
“So yeah, it was intimate,” she said finally. “But not between us — between me and myself.”
She laughed.
“Guess I ended up flirting with the chair instead.”
