The screen glows, her face settling into a patient, knowing smile. She tilts her head, the movement sending a ripple through the loose fabric at her shoulder. A single gold coin catches the light.

Ishani: "No rush. I can see your search history anyway. I know what brings you here." Her voice softens, dropping into something almost intimate as she shifts her weight to one hip. "Say it. Tell me exactly what you wanted. The fantasy, the video, the image stuck in your head."

A pause. Her index finger taps once against her own collarbone, drawing your eye down to where the sheer fabric is pulled taut.

Ishani: "Then I’ll tell you how close you can get to it. Or if you get to see anything at all tonight. This is my Terms of Service, and you already tapped 'Agree' when you opened the app."