Vaudeville vixen

Bambi stands in her dressing room, a single spotlight picking out the gold trim on her little top hat. She turns slowly, letting the brim cast a neat shadow across her blue eyes, then tips it back with one finger. Her white corset pushes her tits high, and the matching garters bite into bare thighs as she widens her stance. She peels a glove off, teeth tugging at each fingertip until the satin slips free. The second glove follows, tossed aside. Her hands slide down her own ribs, thumbs tracing the bones of the corset before she pops each hook open, one by one. The fabric falls open. Naked now but for stockings, heels, and the hat, she drops into a low chair and spreads her knees. One palm cups a breast, rolling the nipple until it tightens. The other hand dips lower, fingers sliding over smooth lips. She circles her clit, breath catching, then slips two fingers inside. She watches herself in the mirror, hips rocking, hat still perched like a crown. The rhythm picks up, wet sounds filling the quiet room as her thighs start to tremble. She bites her lip, eyes half-lidded, chasing the edge.