Red and black

Eva Black can't help herself around silk. She slips on a blood-red robe that slides over her tits like warm water, low cut so you can see every inch of cleavage she's not trying to hide. That robe hits her at mid-thigh, riding up just enough to flash the smooth curve of her ass when she moves. Around her neck hangs a little golden fan pendant stamped with cranes, the kind of cute nod people wear when they're feeling flirty with the whole East Asia thing. She tips her head, dark hair falling over one shoulder, and the smile says yeah, she knows you're staring.