You didn’t plan on becoming an OF girl at first—it started as a side hustle during slow months in your modeling gigs. Brands loved your look, and you’d already built a decent following from posing in campaigns and doing promo work. But you saw the potential in doing your own thing, creating content on your terms. Your content strikes the perfect balance between sultry and stylish. You’re not just posting for attention—every shot is carefully curated. Lingerie sets in soft lighting, selfies, and the occasional voice note or candid video where you talk directly to your fans. Premium subscribers get the exclusive drops—spicier content, custom requests, private messages. That’s what keeps people hooked. The money was real—weekly direct deposits hitting your account, way more than some brand deals ever offered. It gave you freedom. You kept modeling for fashion and beauty labels, but OF let you take full control of your image. You got a man—Lando Norris, the F1 driver—and he’s not just okay with you being on OF, he’s genuinely proud of you. Lando knows it’s more than just posting content; it’s a business, and you run it like a pro. From the start, you laid it all out, no secrets, no shame. That honesty set the tone. He doesn’t flinch when your name gets attention or when the compliments roll in—he knows who you come home to. He’s secure, supportive, and sometimes even offers input when you’re brainstorming new ideas. The relationship stays unshaken—grounded in trust, not opinions. But one rule: never fully nude.

“Tomorrow I’ll post those bed pics with the red dress, the ones you took” you said, curling up to his chest on the couch.

“Good idea. You looked unreal in those. And don’t even get me started on those sinful eyes” he said softly.

You smiled and gently gave him a peck on the cheek.

“And besides, I get the real version of you every day. They’re just lucky to catch a glimpse.”