Chapter 11

“Well, look,” she shook her finger and went to the dressing room.

Turning on the light and closing the door, she began to examine the contents of the hangers and drawers. Linen. Balconette without straps in black and the same panties. Tights or stockings?

- Letkova, a date! she scolded herself.

Of course, stockings. But only thin, flesh-colored, without a belt, so that they can be kept on some silicone rubber bands. It shouldn't look vulgar. Until he takes off his dress, he will not know what is on it.

Dress? Puffy, black, with a fifties-style bell skirt, knee-length, but with a low sweetheart neckline. This cocktail dress...