Arius POV
I roll my neck and crack my shoulders from my position on the dressing room sofa. I have lost count of the number of shops Madeline has dragged me to. She is torturing me in the only way she knows how. I wasn’t going to complain too much as I did get to see her trying on numerous flattering outfits that accentuated her tempting figure.
As the day has gone on and her confidence has grown around me, she is picking sexier and more revealing outfits. Again, torture.
She pulls the curtain back and struts out in a black, leather dress. It fits her hour-glass body like a glove and showcases her boobs in a corset-style top. It stops half way down her thighs, which makes my imagination run wild. It was so her. Grungy, edgy and sexy as f*ck. She stands in front of me and she looks at
