She wins

You stood there, and Sarah grab your hand and made you grab the small shopping bag in your hand, feeling the weight of the decision pressing down on you. Sarah was watching you with that same playful grin, her eyes practically daring you to go through with it. After what felt like an eternity of hesitation, you slowly reached into the bag and pulled out the outfit.

The fabric was soft and luxurious between your fingers, a tailored business skirt and blouse that were both as professional as they were feminine. But what caught your eye next made your heart race even faster—a matching set of lacy pink bra and panties, delicate and undeniably designed for someone far more comfortable with this than you were.

"You have to go all the way," Sarah chimed in, her voice light but with a hint of encouragement. "It’s all about the full matching outfit."

You looked at her, your thoughts a jumble of nerves and uncertainty, but her smile was unwavering, almost as if she knew you would say yes. And maybe she did.