“Leave her,” Gwen snaps. “Help me unwrap our little beauty here.”
Dylan gives Bree a small push and she lazily turns. He blows her a kiss, then stands beside Gwen.
They are both dressed in spotless white leather. Dylan’s pants and vest seem to meld into one. His dark hair is loose, longer than Gwen’s, falling well past his shoulders. His bare arms are smooth; no hair, no scars or tattoos. Gwen’s complexion matches Dylan’s; unsullied, immaculate. Below her short skirt, well shaped legs are sheathed in white stockings, balanced on a pair of white high heels. Above her narrow waist a halter top shows a hint of cleavage. A mole on her right breast provides small relief from her skin tone. Gwen’s hair is pulled up in a French twist, revealing an elegant neck.
I had always thought of white as
