She stepped out of the dressing room, the silk red dress cut up one leg so high that it showed the corner of her lacy, black panties underneath. It was so sexy that it was almost trashy, like she’d come straight from the scrap yard.
“Keigo…” she pouted, “I don’t like this one. It makes me feel dirty…”
Atobe smirked and rose from the leather couch. His hands slipped around her waist and he nuzzled his face into her collarbone, chuckles filling her ears. “Nonsense, ________. It’s perfect for date night. Besides, its not like you’ll be wearing it too terribly long.”
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