Chapter 61: Playing Solo

Her black hair spilled over her shoulders like a waterfall, and an oversized gag ball covered half her fair face, leaving only the proud bridge of her nose and eyes dark as polished onyx. She was swathed in nothing but black: a black dress, black stockings, black high heels. Where the fabric ended, her sun‑kissed tan began. The contrast was gentle rather than stark, yet it still took your breath away. The deep V of her dress failed to hide the soft peaks beneath, and the fine sheer stockings hinted...