You're not normally the one in charge, because most of the time you're happy and more than satisfied when somebody else takes over. But this time is different. This time there's a hardness to your eyes, a smirk on your lips that tells your willing little victim that you are the boss here, and you will get what you want.
She stands before you, watching your fingers tap the bed as your eyes roam over her body. She shudders like you're touching her with your gaze, and the blush on her face shows that she knows you're slowly undressing her in your mind.
When you're done imagining what she looks like beneath those clothes, you meet her eyes and say only one word: off, and she knows what you mean. Slowly, she undresses, peeling her clothes away one by one until finally she's sliding her underwear down her thighs, her shins and to her ankles where she steps out of them and straightens, her full breasts seeming to grow as her nipples rise to attention.
Your visual exploration begins again and you realise that she's smooth down there, there's not a single stray hair to hide the already glistening folds just peeking from between her lips. She shifts under your scrutiny, unsure of whether she passes your inspection, and you offer her a sly grin in return and hold out your hand for her to take whilst you shift forward to the edge of the bed.