“Right?” Lea handed over the other stocking. “These are the only thing K didn’t actually make — but when she had me try on a pair, I didn’t want to take them off. Neither did Andy and Sean.” She knelt, fastening the garter straps to the front of the stockings. “Okay, turn around.”
As Lea fastened up the backs, Gina stared at herself in the mirror. “Um. Don’t the panties go on under?”
“Now, see, Kirsten would say that — that it makes the line better.” Lea fussed with the seams at the back. “But as someone who’s enjoyed wearing these through long nights of fun, I can tell you that being able to take the panties off without having to undo everything else — it’s much nicer.”
“I bet.” Gina’s body was now cased in pale blue silk and lace — all except the part they’d just shaved, which looked
