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Harper stared at the long frost-blue evening gown. The diaphanous silk seemed to flow down her body in waves as it showed off every curve. A long slit on each side of the gown revealed her legs from mid-thigh down to her ankles. She extended one leg, reluctantly admiring the silver sandals that had straps that went halfway up her calves. They were sexy, possibly sexier than a high-heeled shoe would have been, and yet they were a hundred times more comfortable.
Even though she had to admit she looked incredible, she felt naked. She had no bra on underneath the gown, and Sef had given her panties that were as thin as the gown itself. She’d stared at him when he’d given her the underwear, ready to call him a whole host of names for trying to dress her up like a s*x doll, but he’d politel
