Villain Ch 1396. Walking Smut Generator
Allen cleared his throat, trying to steady his thoughts. "So… what should I do?" He glanced around the room again, eyes catching on the glossy black leather corset hanging from a nearby rack. Another scene immediately popped into his head—one that involved Larissa pinning him down with a wicked grin and whispering something about 'obedience.' He shook his head quickly. "Are you guys just going to leave me here and let me write? I mean… I wouldn't mind. As long as someone gets my laptop."
His gaze drifted toward another display—a sheer white lace set paired with delicate silk stockings and a collar with a tiny silver bell. His brain instantly crafted a scenario: Zoe lounging on the sofa in that outfit, pretending to be innocent while plotting something absolutely diabolical.