Festive Feet

Golden balloons float in the appartement like the party just happened and nobody left. Cozy lights. Lulu Love waits barefoot in a skimpy red number, toes already playing coy with the air. Kristof steps in, the door clicks, and he gets the message loud and clear—she wants to turn up the heat. She sits, slides her palm along her own foot, gives the arch a slow stroke, and watches his pants get noticeably tighter. He smiles, she smiles, game on.