But where to take her?

"The sexiest costume I have… huh."

Juliana sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her wardrobe like it personally offended her.

It had been years—no, decades—since she even considered wearing something that screamed 'fuck me senseless in public.'

Did she still have those kinds of clothes? Yes.

Could she still pull them off? Well… that was the question.

She chewed on her lip.

Somewhere, buried in the depths of her closet, was a collection of scandalous outfits from her younger days—lingerie sets, dangerously short skirts, thigh-high stockings, and corsets that squeezed her waist so tight she could barely breathe, let alone walk.

She sighed.

It was one thing to fuck like a wild beast in the sheets, but another thing entirely to parade around town looking like a freshly purchased courtesan.

And yet, the thought made her stomach flip in the most dangerous way possible.

Maybe… just maybe… she wanted to do it.

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