The room felt too small, the ceiling too close, and she stared at it, her mind drifting–tomorrow’s rest, Ken’s presentation,Beautiful Girl the odd pull she felt toward him despite her exhaustion. His quads flexed as he pulled it higher, the elastic snapping into place just below his hip, and he repeated the process with the other leg, the stockings framing his thighs like a second skin. His shorts followed, pooled at his feet, and he stepped out, his long, toned legs catching the glow–quads rippling, calves sleek and strong. She dropped at three, panting hard, her brown eyes wild.