Abigail
"Okay, this has to stop."
I paused, sliding my gold hooped earring through my ear, frowning at Annette through the mirror.
"What are you talking about?"
She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her arms folded, wearing a loose T-shirt and some shorts. She wouldn't be going to the Sanctuary tonight, which was a bummer.
I turned back to the mirror and finished sliding in the earring. My hair was streaked and colored with the temporary brown dye, falling around my shoulders, then down to my ass.
My dress was a thin gold material draped over my curves, cool and soft against my skin. There was a thin strap that held it up around my neck.
My tits were softly propped up under it, the teasing hint of my nipples showing under the thin fabric. It ended mid-thigh, and the back was draped low, starting right over my ass. Pairing these with my gold heels and damn, even I had to admit I looked like a bombshell.
He had better feel the same after ignoring me for days.
