Masked Peephole Dance in Oversized Tee

She catches you at the peephole and turns slowly, gold lettering flashing on the back of an oversized black tee that barely covers her thighs. Glasses, a black mask, a tight choker: only her eyes are left for you. She sways in sheer black socks and sneakers, ponytail swinging, the shirt riding as she dances, close enough that the fisheye swallows her whole. Hands toy with the hem like she might lift it, then she doesn't. Fists bounce, hips shift, she looks straight at the lens and keeps the dare going. Nothing comes off. The tease is the point: you are still on the other side of the door, and she knows it.