The dress was sheer enough that you had to stare to make
sure she was actually wearing anything, and with a body that could create and
destroy religions, you were happy to stare regardless.
Every man wished she’d head towards him, either due to a
desire to bed her or to know where she got the dress. But to the relief of most
of the women (and the disappointment of the rest) she was on a mission, as she
approached the quiet, nervous billionaire heir in the corner.
She quickly got her claws in.
And then he got his out…
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