Katelina dressed quickly but took extra time to find the front of the lacey stretch underwear. They were uncomfortable and it felt like she wasn't wearing anything at all. The thin dress did nothing to combat the feeling of nakedness; it had no sleeves and a plunging neckline that was held up by two thin, copper colored spaghetti straps. Even the clingy, knee length skirt didn't feel like any kind of protection, not like her usual jeans and t-shirts.
She glanced in the un-fogged mirror and let her eyes travel from her ruined face, down to her exposed cleavage. She crossed her arms over it and wondered why Jorick seemed to have a mental block against bras.
When she exited the bathroom she found him seated on the corner of the bed. He studied her appraisingly and nodded his head in apparen
