Boots, lace, and hotpants together are just a winning combination. If you’ve been following the artwork I write about, you know she had me at the boots. Just look at them. Straps, chains, heels, thigh-high. Simply exquisite.
But it doesn’t stop there. The hotpants conceal the most sacred of altars. Her exposed midriff and thighs frame her hotpants, teasing you with the flesh denied in between. Such a display brings erotic meaning to the phrase “as above, so below.”
The white lace is another masterpiece in the agony of arousal. White is the color of purity, but the sheer profanity of the shirt is heart-stopping. It denies you her breasts. However, the shining beacon of her nipples exhibits a carefully calculated enticement.
Finally, her hair drives the message home. The intentional messiness of the style presents both control and wildness. Such is the sensual metaphor of the wild, untamed beast, barely held back by chains on the verge of breaking.