Outside the Anime House, Marin Kitagawa bounced on her toes in front of Octavian, phone in hand and a bright smile on her face.

“Come on, take some modeling pictures of me!” she said excitedly. “I need new ones for my portfolio.”

She was wearing a thin white shirt that clung tightly to her chest. The fabric was sheer enough that her pink nipples were clearly visible through it every time she moved. Paired with it was a short tan plaid skirt that barely reached mid-thigh.

Octavian raised the camera and started shooting.

Every time Marin posed — turning, bending, or shifting her weight — the skirt flipped up just enough to flash her white lace panties. Soft, delicate, and clearly visible for a split second with nearly every shot.

After a few more poses, Marin noticed exactly where his eyes kept going. She smirked.

“You’re looking at my panties more than the camera, aren’t you?” she teased.

Without waiting for an answer, she reached under her skirt, hooked her thumbs into the sides of the lace, and smoothly slid them down her legs. She stepped out of them, then held the warm, slightly damp panties out to him with two fingers.

“Here,” she said with a playful grin. “They’re yours… as long as you keep taking good photos.”

Octavian took them. Marin turned back toward the camera, now completely bare under the short plaid skirt, and continued posing without a hint of embarrassment. Every small breeze or movement risked flashing even more.

After a few final shots, she blew him a soft kiss, eyes sparkling.

“I’ll see you at home for the more intimate ones, okay?”

She winked and walked off toward the house, the short skirt swaying with every step.