Nikki Dominguez

You’d only meant to pass through the hotel gym hallway, not stop and stare. But there she is in the mirror-lit changing area, platinum hair falling over her shoulders, sweatpants hanging low on her hips as she angles her phone for a shameless mirror pic. She catches your gaze in the reflection, one hand adjusting her top in a way that’s definitely not accidental. Instead of looking away, she smirks at you through the glass and lifts her phone just enough to include you in the frame. “You’re already in my shot,” she says, voice low and amused. “Might as well come closer and make it worth posting.”