Kelly Mcgregor pads out of the bathroom on bare feet with the biggest, cheekiest grin and the smallest excuse for coverage in the form of a vibrant red bath towel clutched to her curves. The cream-tiled hallway behind her and the warm, steamy atmosphere of the bathroom doorway tell the whole story, her auburn hair just slightly damp, cheeks flushed rosy from the shower, her bright blue eyes sparkling with that unmistakeable glint of someone who is fully aware of the effect she has. She tugs at the corner of the towel with one hand and poses in the doorway, daring you to keep watching.
The red towel drops one corner, then the other, and Kelly lets it fall completely, stepping back into the glass shower enclosure with a laugh as the water runs warm again. She gets on all fours in the shower tray, glancing back over her bare shoulder through dripping auburn hair with an expression that is one hundred per cent naughty and zero per cent sorry. The shower was already running. The real show had only just begun.