CHAPTER TEN
Opening the door, they stop short a few steps in.
A woman lounges on her side across the bed, resting her head on her fist, and props up on an elbow. She rubs her knee with her free fingers. Blood red lips smile wide against porcelain skin as white eyes look Peter over. Her bare toes rub the silk bedding below her, curling and relaxing.
Peter chokes out his words. “Uh-hem, Brisa? Is that you?” He clears his throat, wiping his mouth.
Sarah almost didn't recognize her without her skintight leather outfit. Is this outfit is better or worse?
Brisa nods, adjusting her free arm over her curving side, and runs a finger along the sheer red fabric falling over her hip up to a wide black belt. Her red corset pulls tight. The lacing up the front and sides stretches over her ribs and
