Freya.

I still couldn’t believe I was actually wearing this.

This wasn’t even clothing. It was a sinful scrap of sheer black fabric that barely existed. The transparent strapless babydoll clung to my body like mist, so thin it might as well have been invisible. My hard nipples poked shamelessly against the material, completely visible, and the short hem barely covered the curve of my ass. Every time I moved, I could feel cool air kissing my bare pussy. I was practically naked.

My face burned with embarrassment as I stood there waiting. Zoey had dragged me back to the lingerie section right before we left the mall, insisting this...