Harem Lord?

A sleek black mini dress, hugging her body just right, showing just enough skin to tempt but never to cheapen. The fabric shimmered subtly under the kitchen's warm lights, catching the eye in all the right ways. A high slit on the side? Of course. It added that extra touch of fuck-you elegance she wore so well.

Her heels? Killer. Strappy, thin, the kind that made her legs look like they went on for days.

And the finishing touch? A cropped leather jacket, effortlessly draped over her shoulders, bringing the perfect mix of class and danger.

No excessive jewelry, just simple studs in her ears, a hint of gloss on her lips, and a scent that was both intoxicating and unmistakably her.

Justin took all of it in with a glance, lips quirking. "Not bad."

Claire rolled her eyes but smirked. "Not bad? Please. You know I look good."

He chuckled, pouring her a drink. "Fair. You do."