Super short and suggestive
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"What about this one, Ichiko?!" Yumemi pulled at the skirt of her dress, hips shimmying as she did so.
"Uh… sure?" At her blonde friend's glance, she pulled an uncertain smile. "What exactly would this dress be for?"
"Oh, you know…" Yumemi flashed her smile that made her friend groan.
"Alright, alright. Just pose already."
Munto drummed his fingers on his desk, rereading the same line for the third time. Yet, no more words came to mind and he finally set aside his inkwell and pen.
Metal vibrated through the wood and he jumped, slamming his ribcage against the desk as he hurried to grab the device. He flipped it open, handling the small thing with care in his larger palm.
How do you like this one?
A smile stretched across his face. Yumemi had asked if he'd be too busy as she wanted to send him pictures of some dresses she'd had her eye on for quite some time. He moved some meetings around to accommodate the estimated time she gave.
Beneath her text was the picture file and he quickly opened it.
Yumemi stood in a dressing room, large enough for her and her friends. She blew him a cheeky kiss as her pose, bending slightly to give him a full view of her cleavage. As if her dress didn't already do that.
Black leather hugged every inch of her body. A silver zipper ran down the front, stopping just below her breasts.
A surge of heat left his brain dizzy as all the blood rushed south. His little dreamer had such an imagination. Something he'd come to appreciate over years. Something she had used to wrap him around her little finger like a swap of cotton candy. And she did love cotton candy.
