Emma Lou knows exactly what she is doing when she stretches out across that crisp white hotel bed, her short black tank dress riding high on her thighs as she lazily flicks through a glossy magazine. The room is bathed in soft daylight, the striped wooden headboard framing her like a painting, and those platform heels she has kept on make her legs look impossibly long. She glances up at you with a dark, teasing smirk, her auburn hair tousled around her pretty face, and it is clear she has no intention of reading a single page of that magazine.
She tosses it aside with a wicked little grin and starts to peel the dress away, revealing the hottest pink satin tie-side bikini bottoms beneath. The heels stay on. She rolls and stretches across the rumpled sheets, topless now, those beautiful curves on full display as she poses with the kind of effortless confidence that makes your pulse quicken. By the time Emma finally surrenders to bare skin and lies back with a satisfied smile, the magazine long forgotten, you realise she was the only story worth reading in this room all along.