

Sometimes I imagine cooking dinner in a short robe, barefoot, with my favorite music playing in the background. In the kitchen - the aroma of spices, a glass of wine, and behind me - a gaze that makes me hot not only at the stove. It's as if by accident: the strap slips off my shoulder, and it's as if I don't notice... but in this game, every look and movement is part of the planned performance