Blossom May stands tall in front of a large wooden-framed window at twilight in On The Qt, the dusky sky glowing blue and violet behind her. She wears a mustard yellow crop top, high-waisted black knickers, and black fishnet tights that descend into strappy black heels, the bold mesh pattern adding graphic punch to her curvaceous silhouette. Her auburn waves are loose and voluminous, and her smoky eyes give her an air of quiet authority against the fading light.

She turns to the side, the fishnets stretching across her round hips and thighs as the yellow top rides up. The crop top lifts overhead and Blossom settles into a white sofa, arms crossed loosely over her bare breasts, the fishnet tights and heels framing her legs in a web of dark diamonds. Her gaze is direct and unsmiling, a woman who has decided exactly how much to give and when to give it. The twilight deepens behind the glass, and Blossom sits perfectly still, every line of her body carried with the poise of someone who keeps her secrets On The Qt.