Solitario3380's "putas" collection opens with a sultry tease, a G-string-clad vixen driving her son to the brink of madness. Her hips sway, the fabric riding up, down, and to the sides, hinting at the forbidden fruit within. She knows he's watching, her eyes locked onto an imaginary point where she knows he's hidden, her smile a mix of mischief and desire. The room is thick with anticipation, the air heavy with the scent of her arousal and his restraint.