I like to undress slowly. Not out of modesty, but because I enjoy the art of teasing. I delight in watching your eyes follow the path of my fingers as I undo each button, one by one, as if it were a promise to be calmly kept. I'm in no hurry, never am. Pleasure, when it's real, needs time to blossom. My body has learned to speak without words. When I cross my legs, when I let my cleavage tempt you unapologetically, I know exactly what I'm doing. And I like it. I like watching you struggle to maintain your composure, while I simply exist, safe, free, drenched in restrained desire.