Flexing his hairy pits wide, Irinarivas watches a shirtless man lock his arms behind his head

Irinarivas keeps her eyes on a shirtless man standing in a pink room, both arms folded behind his head. He shifts his weight and opens one hairy pit wide, holding it there while the other stays tucked. Dark ink spreads across his ribs and a lion tattoo sits over his chest. She lingers on the bare skin, her stare fixed as he flexes again.