"Freya look here" Rhea's voice rang out from the next aisle, brimming with glee.
Freya turned to see her emerge, holding—well, that was something else.
A schoolgirl uniform, but one that made actual school uniforms blush and look away.
The plaid micro-skirt was a whisper of fabric, barely covering anything.
The white shirt, half-transparent, no buttons, tied in a knot just below the chest to flaunt underboob and sharp collarbones.
A lacy black bra peeked through, paired with white panties that Rhea dangled proudly from one finger.
Emblazoned across the back in bold, shameless letters.
SPANK ME
DADDY.
Freya blinked once, her expression flat. "Very subtle Rhea."
Rhea's grin was pure chaos, her amber eyes glinting through her mask as she twirled the panties. "Oh, I'm just getting started. I'm thinking twintails — cute, tight, high. If I'm gonna sin, I might as well look adorable doing it."
"You're a walking felony."
"Thank you," Rhea said, bowing theatrically.
