Late afternoon on the high seas, the speedboat slowly cutting through the water as the sun set warmly, gilding everything. The wind whipped against my body, the salt clung to my skin, laughter mingled with soft music. I knew exactly what I was doing. It wasn't distraction. It wasn't accidental. From the beginning, the intention was to provoke. To feel the gazes, to perceive the silence that comes when presence weighs heavily. I knew that, later, at the bar, there were people desiring even those they shouldn't. People who were committed, curious, caught between what is right and what they desire. And that didn't embarrass me. It ignited me. In the middle of the photos, my bikini started to slip slowly. Not because it "slipped." But because I wanted to. Because that late afternoon called for boldness, and I like to occupy the space where I'm being looked at. The gesture was firm, natural, without the haste of someone who knows the impact they cause. I didn't do it to please. I did it because provoking is also a language. It's presence. It's power. Some pretend not to look, others surrender to silent desire. I simply existed the way I consciously chose, whole, in control of the moment hahaha 😏 #butt