The warm water caresses my skin, the foam rises, but it doesn't cover me completely. I stand there, legs crossed, defying the water and your eyes. I don't move... yet. I let your gaze imagine what lies beyond, lost between the curve of my thighs, the tension in my calves, and the slight tremble of an ankle that swings provocatively. The steam rises, my skin shines, and my legs remain crossed, as if they know this drives you crazy.
