Hollis

Fuck.

As soon as I saw Candace walk in, I knew I was in trouble. She’s dressed like I’ve never seen her before. Tight green fabric cups her breasts and ass like I want to, trailing from the hem up to a loop hooked over her finger to keep her mobile enough to dance. Her hair spills loosely out of some complicated bun, shining in the low light like spun gold.  She’s a Goddess-damned nymph of the equinox, a walking dream. But before we arrived, Eva said she had a plan ...