delicately on the bridge of my nose. The deep red leather skirt hugs my curves, the kind of bold choice that commands attention without saying a word. One heel dangles precariously from my toes, the other planted firmly, as I absently trace the seam of my sheer pantyhose with my free hand. The nylon whispers under my fingertips, smooth and taut, a quiet indulgence in the middle of a busy day. I exhale, watching the smoke swirl lazily in the air, my lips curling into a knowing smile. Because elegance isn’t just in the details—it’s in the way you savor them. I exhale slowly, watching how my smoke gets you, my lips quirking at the corners. Efficiency meets allure—because why shouldn’t a woman enjoy every moment of her power?
