“Feel the flow,” Lira murmured, “let the breath become your skin.”
Lira moved first, stepping into , the chair pose, her legs trembling with a barely contained power. As she settled, the golden veil that clung to her began to thin, shimmering away in translucent tendrils, revealing the flawless curve of her shoulders, the soft swell of her breasts, and the smooth expanse of her back. Every line of her body seemed sculpted from moonlight, each breath she drew painting a soft glow upon the room. Yoga Undressed The Goddess Advanced Torrent 18