Paige, the temptress, is back, and this time, she's got Spyder Webb's lens fixed on her every move. She's poured into a daring, lacy number from the Tryon haul, her body a symphony of curves that beg to be touched. Her fingers trace the delicate lace, dipping into the valley of her breasts, then lower, to the heat between her legs. Paige's eyes are hooded, her pupils dilated with desire, as she teases the camera, biting her lip, and slowly, seductively, removing her clothing, piece by piece, until she's left in nothing but her hungry, waiting, naked desire.