Poppy H stretches across a red-felted pool table in Eight Ball Escapade, reaching for the cue ball in a white cropped t-shirt printed with "COWGIRL" in bold black letters, pink knickers, and pink-striped ankle socks. Her platinum blonde curls bounce as she lines up her shot, blue eyes focused, coloured balls scattered across the baize. The room has the relaxed vibe of a holiday games room, with wooden panelling and bunting strung overhead, and Poppy looks like the kind of opponent who wins every frame by distraction alone.

She kneels on the red felt, the cowgirl tee riding up to flash the ribcage tattoo, the pink knickers bright against the green and red of the table. Poppy pulls the hem higher, baring her full breasts above the bold lettering, and settles cross-legged among the remaining balls in nothing but the slogan tee, those candy-pink knickers, and her striped socks. Her expression is pure mischief, tongue between her teeth, as if the game was only ever an excuse to climb onto the table. The eight ball sits unclaimed beside her knee, but nobody is looking at it.