The door to the bathroom creaked open, and for a moment, the only thing that entered the room was a soft, fragrant cloud of vanilla and steam. Then, Ji-hye stepped into the amber light of the bedroom, and Joon-ho felt the air leave his lungs.
She was no longer the disciplined athlete or the modest woman of the night market. She had transformed into a vision of playful, calculated seduction. She was wearing a frilly, white-and-blue maid costume, the fabric sheer and dangerously short, barely skimming the tops of her toned thighs. Perched atop her head was a pair of lace cat ears that framed her flushed face, adding a touch of whimsical submission to her look.
