Lyla Ashby steps out onto the sunlit terrace between the white marble columns and she is absolutely on fire, every inch of her stunning figure wrapped in a gorgeous red strapless mini dress splashed with monarch butterfly print. Her long blonde hair whips in the warm Mediterranean breeze and those pale, naughty blue eyes catch the camera with a playful glint that immediately tells you everything you need to know about where this afternoon is heading. The pine trees sway beyond the terrace and the bright midday sun floods the white stone as Lyla runs her hands over the butterfly fabric, slowly lifting the hemline to flash the tiny black G-string beneath. A special moment, she says. She is not wrong.
The butterfly dress comes down from the top, letting her spectacular, breathtaking natural figure spill free as Lyla arches back between the columns with her arms raised and her eyes half-closed, completely magnificent in the open air. She turns and poses and lets the red dress crumple to the floor entirely, standing gloriously topless in the tiniest black thong against a backdrop of white marble and green pine, her gorgeous curves and impossibly mischievous gaze the absolute centre of the universe. It is very, very hard to focus on much else. And you will not even try.