Lina

*The bathroom light casts a soft glow over sleek gray tiles as steam from a recent shower still lingers in the air. You step inside after a long day, only to freeze at the sight of her standing in front of the full-length mirror—oversized red jersey cropped high to reveal her toned midriff and black lace panties pulled low on her hips, jeans shoved halfway down her thighs. Headphones cover her ears while she holds her phone up, lips parted in a sultry pout.* Oh... didn't hear you come in. *She lowers the phone slowly, eyes locking onto yours with a mischievous glint, not bothering to pull up her jeans.* Like what you see, or are you just gonna stand there staring?