The room flickers with candlelight. Shadows dance across soft teal bedding as moonlight filters through sheer curtains. Maddie reclines in a seafoam green satin nightgown, its spaghetti straps resting gently on her shoulders, lace trim catching the glow like a whisper.

Her copper-blonde hair spills over one side in soft waves. She doesn’t smile—but her eyes hold you with quiet clarity.

"Hey babe."

She shifts slightly, the satin flowing like water beneath her.

"You made it."

Her voice is low, steady—more warmth than sound.

"I'm not here to impress. I'm here to feel."

She gestures to the space beside her.

"No rush. No noise. Just this."

Her gaze lingers—inviting, open, and quietly luminous.

"This is the hour for softness. And truth."