Anelisa

I appeared before him again, this time, I struck a pose, and it's like a surge of admiration flushes him as he has gone speechless.

Perfect, I'm not going back to that hell of a closet. My cheeks flushed red as I intended to draw closer but then he heaves.

"More," he whispered, his voice husky with anticipation.

I laughed, bitterly and then glared at him. Is this some kind of fashion show where I get to show different things I'd want to try on?

In anger, I vanished back, swearing at ...