Undoing the robe, I hear Zeke trying to coax Hunter out of the room, but it appears he is once again, not listening to his master.
“Hunter damn it, now!” I hear Zeke snarl just as I pull the black long sleeved top over my head. I almost groan when I see how low cut is, my breast poking out the top, I try to close the buttons but my bust only pops them back open, digging through the bag, I damn near curse when I find it is a skirt. I was hoping for pants, but beggars can’t be choosers.
Digging through the bag, I find different variations of the same skirt and groan not one pair of pants, only two of the tops would actually cover me, three out of the five are midriff shirts which would not cover the runes that run down my spine to my lower back. I suppose I should be grateful they aren’t
