Prompt

She’s standing close, almost close enough to touch, that same impossibly lean, hard body poured into the tailored navy uniform. Extremely toned and slender—long, athletic limbs, a narrow waist that looks like it could snap, flat carved abs just visible beneath the fabric, high firm ass, and flat chest with puffy nipples that lift with every breath. Her dark hair is still in that severe bun, a few loose strands brushing her sharp cheekbones. She’s looking straight at you, eyes half-lidded and heavy with intent, lips slightly parted in a slow, knowing smile. One hand is already at the front of her shirt. She works the top button free with deliberate fingers, then the next, the crisp fabric parting just enough to show the smooth, taut skin of her upper chest and the delicate line of her collarbones. Another button slips open. The shirt begins to gape, revealing the inner curves of her breasts and the tight, sculpted plane of her stomach as she keeps her gaze locked on yours—cool, confident, and unmistakably inviting.