Presents for Sophie - 11.

Sophie sits on the floor in front of a heap of boxes, tearing at the paper, her face lit with pure greed. The camera watches from above, her blonde hair catching the light as she pulls the lids off one after another. DVDs land beside her knee. A short dress in sheer black slips free of its tissue. A tiny silver purse, a thin bracelet, a stack of gold-wrapped chocolates; each find earns a small gasp or a quick lick of her lips. She turns every item in her hands, feeling the weight, the softness, the promise. Her breathing quickens when the last ribbon slides away. Fingers drift between her legs as she leans back against the sofa, spreading her thighs to show how wet the presents have made her.