Damn Narcissist

About two hours later, I'm already putting on the dress, I need help with the zipper, I didn't think about that, now I'm forced to go out and ask Silvain. I deflate my cheeks, whitening my eyes, I don't want to tell him, he's an idiot. I struggle doing it myself, I can't upload it, it's useless, damn.

I fill my lungs with oxygen, before leaving he is putting on perfume, with his back turned, when he turns to me I guarantee that he is ready. He looks dapper from head to toe, in a