Miss Savage, alone in her boudoir, ponders her reflection in the full-length mirror. "Does it look okay?" she asks herself, turning to admire her curves. She lifts her dress, revealing lacy panties, and runs her hands over her body, checking her appearance from every angle. She turns, bending slightly, to check her ass, then spins back, her fingers lightly grazing her breasts. Her eyes meet her own in the mirror, and a sultry smile plays on her lips.