Maksimillian

I waited for Zenovia to try on the dresses I thought would look good on her. Well, maybe every dress was going to.

She came out of the thick gold-curtained fitting room to show me. Her two hands were on her waist. Obviously, she was not into this shopping spree at all. But still, she tried to just go along with it to avoid any consequences.

I roved my eyes up and down to appraise her beauty in a light blue backless short lace dress. The hem was about three inches above her knees. The mirror showed me her uncovered back, making me think of her nakedness and her...