In a shimmering golden dress, Felicity Fey sashays into the scene, a vision of teen temptation. The dress, a second skin of sequins and silk, clings to her every curve, begging to be peeled off. Felicity obliges, slowly unzipping the back, her breath hitching as the cool air grazes her naked flesh. She wriggles out of the gown, letting it pool at her feet, and stands, unabashed, in her naked glory. The camera loves her, lingering on her full breasts, narrow waist, and smooth, inviting thighs.