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Maya had just wrapped a shoot downtown—skin-tight latex, platform heels, the whole fantasy. As she walked back into the studio’s dressing room, still glowing from the attention, she noticed him—her photographer—standing there, holding one last outfit.

“You forgot the final look,” he said, handing her a dangerously short red dress.

Maya rolled her eyes playfully, stepping behind the curtain. But when she realized it didn’t close all the way, she didn’t bother fixing it. She slipped out of her top slowly, knowing he could see her reflection in the vanity mirror. The thrill of being watched made her skin tingle.

“You like what you see?” she asked without turning around, tugging the dress over her hips.

He stepped closer, his voice low. “More than I should.”

She spun around, pressed against the mirror. “Good,” she whispered, pulling him in by the collar.