Moonlit struggle

Under the moonlight, she moved with grace, her lithe frame wrapped in a torn red skirt that clung to her figure. The thong beneath complemented her slender curves, catching the pale light of the moon and glistening like polished silk. Her black crop top left her belly button exposed, a small piercing gleaming in the dim glow of nightfall. With long, blonde hair flowing over her shoulders, she exuded confidence, her big tits straining against fabric that threatened to give way under their strength. She paused, one hand resting on her pierced belly, as if lost in thought before stepping into the shadows.