She strips down in her living room while I watch

She’s standing in her open-plan living room, pulling her long-sleeve leopard print top down to reveal her black thong. The room’s clean and bright, with wooden furniture and a glass table. Sunlight’s hitting the tiled floor, making everything look crisp. She’s got her back to the camera, one hand on her hip, the other pulling the shirt down. I can see her bare stomach and the curve of her hips. It’s quiet, just her and me. No one else around. She’s not looking at me, just focused on the shirt. The vibe’s relaxed, like she’s just getting ready for something. The room’s got art on the walls, a sewing machine on the table, and a stool nearby. She’s got a casual, confident energy. I’m just standing there, watching her. No rush, no pressure. Just her, me, and the quiet of the house.