Prompt

Handheld-locked camera on her, seated at the marble café table, late-afternoon sun raking across her face. She brings the cigarette to her lips and takes a slow drag, eyes on the viewer. She lowers the cigarette, tilts her chin, and blows a long, stream of smoke straight toward the camera; it drifts across the lens and dissipates in the sunlight. She uncrosses her legs, slides forward to the edge of the wicker chair, and spreads her knees apart. With her free hand she gathers the hem of her black skirt and lifts it up her thighs, dragging it above the tops of her sheer black stockings, holding it bunched at her hip so the camera has a clear, steady view between her legs: bare upper thighs, then a neat, closely trimmed dark pubic patch, the hair kept and shaped, above fully waxed, smooth bare labia, her vulva cleanly visible in the daylight with soft shadow in the crease of her thigh. She holds the pose, skirt still lifted, chin up, a satisfied half-smile to the viewer. Stockings stay taut, the fabric of the skirt bunched and static, her hand steady. No camera move. Audio: one quiet French accordion waltz, key, distant and low in the mix, sitting well below the voice and ducking under every line. Tight close mic on her, dry, no room noise. Soft paper crackle as the cigarette is drawn, a held breath, then a long audible exhale of smoke directly across the microphone, airy and close. low alto, Parisian French, unhurried and a touch too loud: « Donc je me disais… » « …j'ai jamais baisé d'Américaine, moi. » The rustle and drag of skirt fabric sliding up over sheer stockings as she opens her legs, held under the line rather than over it. A beat of near-silence. Flatly, as she settles: « Voilà. » Low and close, for the viewer alone: « C'est ça. »

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• #18+
• #Small Breasts