Dherlydoll's question hangs in the air, a challenge, a promise. She stands, her back arched, her hands slowly working the buttons of her top. Each one undone reveals more of her creamy skin, the curve of her breasts, the tantalizing hint of black lace. Her eyes never leave yours, her gaze intense, inviting. The room is filled with the sound of her breathing, the soft rustle of fabric as she finally shrugs off her top, leaving her in nothing but her bra and a tantalizing smile.