The rented dress turned out to be with a floor-length skirt and such a slit on the thigh that everything else immediately became unimportant. All the same, they will only look at the cut.

- What's this?! – I asked in a retarded way, looking at my milky-white limb, perhaps for the first time in its existence, THAT looked out on public display.

“A leg,” the ba answered proudly. - Slender, young, with a thin ankle. Not a muscular log of some werewolf, at the sight of which only one thought arises - “at least they don’t trample.” And not the wands of a vampire, from which she breaks through...