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"One last hairpin here and it's done," Liam said, placing the last of Leah's costume in the hair he'd piled on top of her head. "Voila!" A clingy headpiece cascaded down from the little hat he'd fastened in her hair to give her the allure of a Persian princess. She stood in front of the full-length mirror on the back of her office door and examined the overall look.
She had a petite, almost bra-like top on under a tiny bolero jacket that matched her headpiece. She wore bikini bottoms under practically see-through, filmy purple baggy pants, made to look like a sultan's concubine. That was the point after all.
A knock came from the door, and it opened, Asa's balding head popped through the opening. "Ready yet?" he asked. "The natives are getting restless." His eyes widened when he saw
