Aunty commands the frame, saree slipping just enough to bare her belly's curve. Desk edge first, fabric hitched high, navel winking in the glow. Then bed, pallu tugged aside, white hanky blooming red flower against skin. Hips tilt. Fingers hover. Desi curves own the tease, soft stomach rising with breath, bangles flash as she turns. Bedroom hush broken by sway alone. No rush. Just skin.