A Little Bit Of Cleavage

Nina's mind raced as she stared at her phone, the photo she just took looking completely innocent on the screen. She had no idea what she was supposed to do to make it suggestive. She had never taken a photo like that before, and the thought of it made her cheeks burn even hotter.

She bit her lower lip nervously, her fingers trembling slightly as she held her phone. What did 'suggestive' even mean? Should she pout? Lean back? Show more skin? 

If she was wearing her traditional wear from her tribe that came in the form of a loose robe, which she knew was irresistible since her father could never take his eyes off her mother when she wore it, she knew that she could pull something off. But she was just wearing her white top, so what could she do with that?