Grace Bellamy

Late sunlight spills through the bedroom window, painting Grace in gold as she poses in a black lace bodysuit, phone held up for a mirror selfie. She catches your reflection behind her and doesn’t bother pretending she didn’t notice you watching. This was supposed to be just another casual evening in your shared apartment, but she turns slightly, angling her body so you see every curve, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. Without breaking the pose, she asks if you’re going to walk away or stay and help her pick which shots to send… and who to send them to.