Caught in the mirror’s gaze, DemonLumi pauses—and even she can’t deny what’s staring back. Draped in a sinful black mini dress that clings to her like a second skin, she radiates pure heat. The way the fabric hugs her curves, rides up her thighs, and dips just low enough to tease, it's no wonder she stops and stares. She tilts her head, eyes locked on her reflection, lips parting slightly in amused disbelief—she knows she looks too hot to handle.
