Combat boots a half of a size too small concealed the ends of a set of fishnet stockings that hid beneath a leather skirt which held just beneath her bodice that then came to an exposed bra shown through the continued black lattice of her shirt. Finally a dog collar readjusted to fit her neck wrapped around her pretty little throat matched the same shade of dark makeup over her eyes, faux lashes, and finally accentuating the tempting pout of her cupid's bow.
For Dean, his eyes would hide away, almost as if he was unable to view her, whereas Tate fought the drool from forming as he took in the details in complete investigation until his lips would become trapped between his teeth for only a second. As she passed him, the scent of leather, vanilla, and lust sweet as frosting lingering, Tat
