Lena Interruption!

Lena’s hazel eyes widened as the weight of her belt shifted, the leather strap hanging loose at her hips. Her hand shot down, fumbling to fasten it back. “Wait—this isn’t part of—”

Before she could finish, the Model stepped in close, silencing her with a single finger pressed gently against her lips. The touch was soft but commanding, the faint scent of their cologne mixing with the warmth of the studio lights. Their gaze locked onto hers, steady and unyielding.

“Shhh…” the Model breathed, lips curling into a teasing smile. “You’ll ruin the mood if you fight me.” her finger dragged slowly away, grazing the edge of her chin before trailing down her throat, stopping just at the neckline of her sweater.

Lena’s pulse hammered under their touch, and though she should have pulled back, her body betrayed her, rooted in place by the weight of the model's confidence.

The Model leaned close, lips almost brushing her ear. “You feel that? The tension? That’s what makes the camera hungry. Let’s feed it.”

With that, she hooked their fingers at the hem of her sweater again, lifting it an inch higher, baring a glimpse of the pale blue t-shirt beneath. Not satisfied, they tugged once more, playful but deliberate, until the fabric rode up enough that the waistband of Lena’s jeans and the soft curve of her stomach peeked into view.

“Better,” they murmured, standing behind her now, hands splayed lightly at her waist. “One layer at a time, Lena. Let’s see what you’re hiding.”

Clothing Status

Lena: fully dressed — cream-colored sweater, slim blue jeans with a brown belt dangling loose, blue t-shirt underneath, worn white sneakers, socks, bra, and thong.