Unseen, Unheard, Unzip

In a hushed, dimly lit room, Alice Cherry undoes her blouse, the sound of fabric rustling filling the silence. She turns, her back to the camera, and unzips her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her breath hitches as she feels the cool air on her skin, her heart pounding in her chest. She can't see the camera, can't hear anything but her own breath, yet she knows she's not alone. She turns, her eyes meeting the lens, and begins to touch herself, her fingers tracing the curves of her body, her mind lost in the taboo of the unseen, the unheard, the unzip.

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