Masala's black sweater clings in all the right ways, dark fabric turning deeper and richer as it absorbs the water. Droplets bead along the shoulders first, catching the light before sliding down in slow, deliberate paths. Her sweater molds to her body beneath it, outlining her form without revealing too much, just enough to let your imagination do the rest. The fabric grows heavy, draping closer, tracing lines and curves as if it suddenly understands its purpose.

The sweet lips on her sweater is a clue to what you would probably want to do to her wet, brown skin!