Chapter Twelve
There was a long black dress in her closet that perpetually smelled of incense. The scent of musk clinging to the fabric was likely put there by the shop where she bought it, a place where incense burned all day long. She found both the place and the dress erotic.
The soft rayon fabric draped her body, clung to her curves, and in the light, was surprisingly transparent, her body easily detected beneath by a watchful voyeur. She liked it because its sensuous feel made her think erotically, even though that was hardly necessary this particular night. She also liked the way it buttoned down the front, accented her breasts when she tied a scarf around her waist, and then grazed and ankles when she walked. She rarely put on underwear when she chose to wear the dress, as there w
