“It’s a different picture, Miss Lourdes. One you should appreciate.”
“I’m going out just like this?” I asked incredulously.
“You are indeed. You’re suitably covered, and even your baldness looks appealing when it’s accessorized by your collar and the leather. A little makeup and you’ll be ready to face the world again.”
I looked at my reflection, seeing my self blatantly more sexually provocative dressed in leather and crepe than I was completely unclothed. Andy was right about the look. A certain elegance cascaded from my baldhead down the glove leather torso, to the crepe that hugged my hips and swooshed pleasingly down my calves. The skirt even hid my ankle restraints and chains so completely that few would notice them—except, of course, when I walked. But did he really mean for me t
