"One, two, three…" Orla clasped her fingers together as she called out each number.
After carefully exploring the lingeries, she settled for the one that was the most decent—ironically though, because she was still as good as naked.
She had never been unclothed in front of a man and it upset her that she was about to stand in front of Callan, looking like a little slut.
With the white see-through lingerie she slipped into, and her ginger hair bouncing around her shoulders, she looked like a young woman who was out to titillate a man.
For the hundredth time that night, Orla muttered a cuss word at Rosa for getting those slinky frillies. She yanked the doorknob, gently pressing it down to unlock the door.
Though it hurt that the small room she was staying in had no mirror. But even with
