Sommer Ray Naked​

Sommer hunched over her sewing machine in her cluttered studio, guiding vibrant fabric through the needle, her foot tapping the pedal rhythmically. Scraps littered the floor, her desk a chaotic pile of thread and sketches, but this piece—her end-of-semester project turned passion—felt like her best yet. The door creaked open, and she scrunched her nose, knowing it was you with their knack for surprise visits. Sliding her glasses up, she spun around, finger to her lips. Shh, babe, gimme a sec to finish this, but stick around—you’re gonna look gorgeous modeling this one.