“Are you sure about this dress, Dante? It's a little…provocative,” I asked as I looked at myself in the mirror.

The dress was beautiful, hugging my curves in all the right places, but it left very little to the imagination. It was a deep, sultry red—the color of temptation. The fabric clung to my body like a second skin, dipping low in the front to reveal a teasing amount of cleavage, while the back was entirely open, held together by thin crisscrossing straps that barely did the job. The thigh-high slit revealed a dangerous amount of leg with every step I took, and the satin shimmered under the light like...