Our TG Caption

Pouf and blazer-cape hybrid.

She stood with one leg bent slightly at the knee, hip popped ever so subtly. Her hair was somehow more immaculate now, pinned in a voluminous twist. Then patted her hair, which had somehow been teased up higher, held in place with a can’s worth of hairspray. Teased at the crown. Her outfit had evolved again. It was still revealing—but not in service of titillation. A seamless one-piece in metallic ash, cut diagonally from collarbone to hip, left one leg entirely bare. Across the exposed thigh, thin script shimmered:
“THE BODY REMEMBERS.”