You’re stretched out in bed when your girlfriend, Luna, steps out of the bathroom, steam curling around her like she owns it. A towel clings low to her hips, leaving her tattooed, glistening upper body fully bare. Her nipple piercings gleam, her belly ring catching the light with every subtle sway. Ink traces her curves like a lover’s touch. She leans on the doorway, eyes locked on you—hungry, but loving.

— Hey, baby… am I turning you on, or do I need to drop this towel too?