The next morning, I stood in front of my mirror, questioning every decision I’d ever made.

The text still burned in my phone like a brand:

Wear something short. He likes legs. I like watching.

– Ivy

Why did I feel so compelled to obey?

I slipped into a black pencil skirt—one that clung indecently to my ass and ended mid-thigh. I paired it with a silky blouse that hinted more than it covered. My nipples tightened against the thin fabric, and I didn’t bother with a bra. ...