Any sense of confidence had disappeared by the time we ended up outside of Kairos Moonraiser’s house. Besides the fact that I was going into the house of someone who loathed me and had tried to kill me multiple times, Loren had picked out an outfit for me as well.
The skirt she’d given me was five inches too short and five inches too low. It barely covered my crotch and was pretty much a sliver of denim. Furthermore, she’d given me a shirt that was so cropped it was more likely it was a bra. Loren claimed it was a crop top on her but she was also wildly shorter than me and had B-cups where I had Ds. About half of my stomach was showing in my outfit.
I drew the line at shoes though. Loren tried to get me to put on some frilly kitten heel but I’d vehemently opposed and stuck with my trust
