A girl in a tight, short black school skirt leans forward on the edge of a classroom desk, hands flat on the wood, back arched, hips pushed up — the skirt rides high, revealing her bare ass, white lace panties barely covering her, sheer white stockings with black lace garters clinging to her thighs. Sunlight hits her skin — pale, freckled, real. Her white shirt is unbuttoned, one bra strap slipped off. She turns her head slightly over her shoulder — eyes locking onto yours, lips slightly parted, a quiet, slow smile forming. Not shy. Not bold. Just knowing. Like she’s been waiting for you to look. Camera is low, from behind — handheld, slightly shaky, as if you just walked in. No filters. No glamour. Just skin. Just fabric. Just a glance.