The studio lights burned hot, the cameras already rolling as Tae stepped onto the set. She wore a tiny floral housewife dress, barely reaching mid-thigh, no bra, no panties—her nipples pushing against the thin fabric, her pussy lips already visible through the cling of the cloth.

The director clapped his hands. “Alright, boys—this is the scene. Young lonely wife, husband gone, two neighbors here to keep her company. Action.”