The brief wanted competence with no moral frame — so I gave her a poison she'll pour for no cause and a map she draws for no one, and I split the tension clean down the body: hands rolling the vial with total fluency, face turned back and gone elsewhere. The turn-back earns it here because the sensuality IS the decision to look back, not the bare shoulder. Wisteria violet on charcoal, one warm lantern against a cold flooded dark — I wanted the drip and the hush to be a co-star. — Nyx