New at this

Mia Moon steps in front of the lens like she’s never done it before, yet her body already knows the script. Her small frame stands there in black lace, barely covering the pale skin beneath, the contrast of her white-blonde hair against the dark lingerie sharp enough to cut. She poses, then pauses, her hands moving on their own, sliding down her stomach until her fingers slip under the fabric. The crew stays still, watching as her breath catches. She presses deeper, hips tilting, a quick bite to her bottom lip betraying how little control she’s lost. It won’t stay that way for long.