Karen

Karen lounges in the late-afternoon glow of her bedroom, the strapless orange dress slipping lower across her heavy breasts as she watches the door with a lazy, knowing smile. She’s already decided how the evening will unfold; every slow tilt of her wine glass is a promise that she will take her time, savoring the way he reacts to her patience and her power. The garter straps peek beneath the hem, and her emerald eyes glitter with the quiet thrill of being the woman who already knows exactly what she wants.