Margo’s dark brown hair was loosely knotted up on the top of her head with ringlets coming down around her face. She had decided to go a minimalist way with a large sweater hanging off of one shoulder to make it very obvious to the man that her father had chosen for her that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. Her tights left very little to the imagination and her curves were only barely concealed by the loose, soft fabric of the sweater as it moved freely over her.

She had even gone so far as to have her books sitting on the table, open but without anything written on...