Backstage of Seethrough

Lis stands backstage, the lights low enough to feel private. A short slip clings to her skin, the sheer fabric doing nothing to hide her body. She slips it off slowly, the fabric whispering down her thighs and landing at her feet. Completely naked now, she steps closer to the mirror. Her fingers trace over her breasts, then lower, teasing the smooth skin between her legs. She watches herself in the reflection, lips parting slightly as her hand works between her thighs. She sinks onto the stool, legs spreading wider, every movement slow and deliberate. Her fingers circle and press until her breath catches, hips lifting toward her own touch. The more she watches, the more she gives in to it, stroking herself with clear intent until her body trembles and the tension breaks in sharp, shuddering waves.