Vintage boudoir setting for “madison ivy, don't test your luck”—corset, stockings, garter belt. She lounges on chaise longue, slowly unhooking each clasp while smoking a cigarette with crimson lips. In “madison ivy, don't test your luck” she spreads stockinged thighs, revealing she wears nothing underneath. A pearl thong is pulled tight between swollen lips, then aside. She masturbates with elegant cruelty—slow circles, edged denial—until composure cracks. Cigarette forgotten, she rides her own fingers hard, stockings tearing slightly as legs quake through an orgasm that leaves her lipstick-smudged and utterly debauched. (192 words)