She's a symphony of seduction, her body the instrument, and he's her rapt audience. Her teasing starts subtly, a flutter of lashes, a pout of lips, a brush of skin against fabric. She leans over, giving him an eyeful of her deep cleavage, then straightens, her hands caressing her thighs, inching up her skirt. She's a picture of lust, her body language screaming desire, yet she holds back, keeping him on the edge, a willing prisoner to her tantalizing tease.