The door to the changing room swings open and Liana steps out, casually adjusting the hem of the oversized tee. The second your eyes hit the bold tiger crest stretched across her chest and the crisp, wide back print, something snaps in you.

“Whoa—hey! You again?” she laughs as you’re suddenly on her back, arms around her shoulders, your bulge pressing right up against the thick plasticky tiger on her shirt. “Couldn’t resist, huh?”

She reaches back instinctively to hold your legs in place, her voice teasing but steady. “Feels like someone really likes this shirt... or maybe it’s just the back of me in it?” She starts walking around the studio like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “Hold on tight, rider-boy”