Izzy's legs are a work of art, encased in the sheerest, most tantalizing pantyhose. She knows exactly what she's doing, teasing Austin mercilessly. She runs her hands up and down her legs, letting the fabric caress her skin. Austin's heart races as he watches, his game forgotten. Izzy leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "Like what you see, Austin?" she purrs. He can only nod, utterly under her spell.