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Christina Bella knows how to dress for trouble. Lace corset clings to her like it was poured on, hugging every curve, leaving nothing to chance. She stands there and the air thickens. Every eye would drop, every mouth would open. She knows it. Turns slowly, lets the light slide over the sheer panels, the delicate straps cutting into soft skin. Her fingers trace the edge of the fabric, then dip lower, brushing across her own thigh. A slow breath. She settles back, knees parting, the corset barely holding her in. One hand slips between her legs, pressing through thin lace, moving in lazy circles. The other grips the edge of the couch, knuckles whitening. Her hips roll up to meet her touch, and the lace stretches tight. No one else is in the room, but she performs anyway, every motion deliberate, every sound meant to be heard. The corset stays on. She never rushes. Just works herself open, slow and steady, until the lace is damp and her thighs are trembling.