Michelle De Feo curls into a teal wingback armchair in Hot And Hazardous, one leg draped over the arm, wearing a neon-yellow sports bra, Calvin Klein knickers, and black over-the-knee socks with triple grey stripes. A deep teal wall, an industrial floor lamp, and an exposed timber beam create a moody, magazine-worthy setting, and Michelle's long dark hair spills across a knitted cushion as she rests her chin on one hand. The sporty outfit is deceptively casual, the kind of look that turns a quiet evening into something far more dangerous than the title warns.

She slides from the chair to the geometric-patterned rug, the sports bra pulled aside to bare her natural, shapely breasts as she sits cross-legged, the striped socks still climbing past her knees. Michelle tilts her head, a finger to her lips, her body lit by the warm glow of the lamp behind her. In the closing frames she stretches across the armchair, topless, the black socks framing her long legs, her dark hair fanning across the cushions, her expression soft and sleepy. She is hot, certainly. Hazardous? Only if you get too close.