Backstage of The Snow Queen

A brunette steps close to the blonde, fingers tracing Rebeca White's curves like a photographer adjusting light. She lingers on every strap, every clasp, smoothing sheer lingerie over full breasts and the swell of hips. Rebeca stands still, letting the brunette linger—hands warm against bare skin, brushing longer than needed, slipping beneath lace to graze soft flesh. The blonde's breath catches when fingertips dip between her legs, tracing the edge of her panties before pulling away. Rebeca leans in, eyes half-lidded, and starts touching herself through the fabric, slow circles that darken the silk. The brunette watches, breath shallow, still pretending this is just about the costume.