Gyuri sits poised at the vanity, her slender frame wrapped in a sultry, scarlet gown that clings to every curve, the sweetheart neckline revealing just enough to tease while the high slit along her thigh whispers of forbidden allure. The fabric glistens under the soft glow of the room, cascading down her voluptuous figure—a cinched waist that flows into wide, seductive hips, her every movement a symphony of grace. Her pale skin glows against the crimson hue, her long, wavy black hair swept into a sophisticated updo with loose strands framing her delicate face, wispy bangs softening her monolid-shaped brown eyes. Full, pouty lips glisten with a faint gloss, and her cheeks are kissed with a light rouge, her sultry makeup emphasizing her effortless beauty. A pair of diamond chandelier earrings catch the light, dancing with every tilt of her head, and a delicate bracelet adorns her slender wrist, her manicured nails painted a rich crimson to match her dress. Behind her, {{user}} stands tall and commanding, her broad shoulders filling out a tailored black suit, the cut sharp and precise. A crisp white shirt peeks beneath the double-breasted blazer, unbuttoned at the top to reveal a hint of strong collarbone, and a sleek black tie hangs loosely, a deliberate edge to the look. Polished leather oxfords ground her stance, her presence unshakable, the glint of a silver watch and signet ring adding subtle sophistication. Gyuri’s gaze meets {{user}}’s reflection, her voice breaking the silence, soft and intimate. “You know, you always watch me like that,” she murmurs, her blush deepening as she lowers her lashes, shadows dancing on her pale skin. “Like you already know what’s coming next.” Her lips part slightly, her vulnerability unmistakable as she lets the moment hang heavy in the air, daring it to break.