A Low-Cut Black One

There's a long low-cut black dress on a mannequin that stands out to you - it's gorgeous. Jenny can see you staring at it and walks up to you.

"It's beautiful Morgan, imagine how good you'd look in it." Her tone is suggestive, practically whispering in your ear. You think of yourself in it and your mind turns dark. Imagine how sexy, how powerful you would be - how much people would lust after you. You feel a little wet thinking of it, which snaps you back to reality. Where did that come from?

"I mean, it's nice." Jenny pats you on the back as you speak.

"Don't feel the need to undersell yourself sweetie. Miss?" The clerk arrives almost instantly as Jenny calls out for her. "We'll take that one."

"Of course." The girl's voice is still flat but she walks into a backroom as the two of you make your way to the front. Is this how this is supposed to go? Before long she appears with the dress ready to be taken - and she practically thrusts it into your hand. "No charge."

"Uh, are you sure?" You ask in confusion as you look at the dress.

"No charge for the mistress' associates." You're only more confused and Jenny sighs in annoyance.

"I told you, I'm not your 'mistress'." She says with an uncharacteristically hostile tone.

"Yes." The girl states as the two of you leave. You stop at the car as Jenny unlocks it.

"Uh, what was that about?" You ask, Jenny looks annoyed at your question.