In Plain Sight

Sophie B strolls through a sun-drenched resort garden between white stucco columns and swaying palms, her white strappy cami and blue-teal camo leggings cutting a sharp, athletic figure against the tropical green. White trainers scuff the terracotta walkway, a turquoise pool glimmers in the background, and her light brown hair, streaked golden by the sun, falls in loose beach waves past her shoulders. The camouflage print is a clever joke for a woman this striking: Sophie could not blend into a crowd if she tried, and the title confirms it. In Plain Sight she stands, entirely unmissable.

She crosses her arms and eases the white cami from her shoulders, leaning against a column beside a louvred shutter, the fabric sliding down to reveal the deep, pillowy cleft of her cleavage. By mid-set the cami sits bunched at her waist and Sophie pulls the waistband of the camo leggings away from her hips, her bare breasts catching the golden resort light, the pool shimmering behind her out of focus. Her body is athletic and womanly at once: defined shoulders, a trim waist, and hips that widen into strong, sculpted thighs still wrapped in blue-and-white print. The camouflage failed from the first frame, and by the last, Sophie has given up pretending she was ever trying to hide.