Brigitte

Garbed in a loose-fitting pair of sweat pants and a tank top, which clung to her form due to the sweat dripping down her tight physique, she stood up from beneath the truck and rested her elbows over the hood. She wiped the sweat from her forehead. With her was an assistant that her father tasked her to help, though so far, she'd done most of the work. That was due to her own ways though, not his.

The assistant stared in awe as she bent over the hood. Droplets of sweat rolled over the large curved of her breasts, with nothing beneath the tank top. In such a position, the moisture was the only thing keeping him from seeing the whole view. He tried not to be distracted, as her father trusted him, but he didn't realize his daughter would be so incredibly hot. Still, he kept his cool.