The sexiest, most revealing outfit

You spot a super sheer satin minidress hanging near the end of the rack, and the image of Adriana, nearly-nude, clad in a translucent pink dress so tight and seductive before you… it’s just too tempting of an opportunity to pass up.

“This one,” you say, plucking it off the rack.

Adriana stares at it with narrowed eyes, taking it out of your hands a second later.

“This is the one you pick?” she scoffs.

“You’ll look good in it,” you say. “It takes a special kind of person to be able to pull this off.”

“And you think that I’m that kind of person,” she says, giving you a teasing smile as she dangles the dress by her body. “Some kind of slut I must be, to wear such a dress—”

“I didn’t mean it in a pejorative way—” you begin saying.

“I’m returning you a favour,” she says. “Don’t make me regret it. And don’t look when I change.”

With that, she heads behind the rack, the thicket of clothes doing a fair job of concealing her. You put up your hands and cover your face, hoping that will be enough to persuade Adriana that you’re not actually looking. But of course, you are peeking between your fingers, and oh, what a sight it is.

Adriana gingerly removes her gown, her firm tits and slim body a killer combination that you’re blessed to see. It takes a bit of wriggling for her to get into the minidress, something that you don’t mind watching either, her hips shaking and her tits jiggling as she shimmies it on. She checks that you’ve still got your hands up immediately afterwards, and then steps out from behind the rack.

“You can stop pretending now,” she says, placing a hand on her hip. “I know you were watching.”

“I wasn’t watching… that much,” you say meekly, trying to look embarrassed at getting caught. “But ah… you look really fucking hot in that dress.”

Adriana twirls around, giving you a great view of her scantily clad ass, its full roundness visible to you through the translucent fabric. The front view, you of course already saw in the nude. But here and now, with her body unobstructed save for the sheerest pink fabric you’ve ever seen, she looks like a succubus supermodel come out of the hells to drain your soul, and goddamn you wouldn’t mind that happening…

“That’s why you picked it, isn’t it?” she laughs.

“Because I knew you’d look great,” you nod. “And you do, you really do.”

“Flattery is like nutmeg,” Adriana says flatly. “The smallest touch can spice things up, but lay it thick and someone’s going to end up dead. Don’t even try.”

She folds her arms across her chest and gives you a pointed look. There’s something tremendously hot about her condescension, something that gives a rise in your pants, and you wonder if the young model will notice the bulge you’re packing.

“Fine, fine. You look a tiny bit great,” you say, amending yourself.

“You’re not doing yourself any favours,” she says with a roll of her eyes, though you catch the hint of a smile on her lips.

Oh no. Did she take that as a statement about your own size? You hurriedly think of a new direction to take the conversation.

“So, is this an outfit that you’re going to wear for the fashion show?” you ask. “You’re going to kill all the competition.”

“I don’t need to bare my tits and ass to win,” she laughs.

“But the guys’ll love it if you do,” you counter.

“Just goes to show how shallow they are,” comes her reply, and she heads behind the rack again. “You got your show, so you’ve got no reason to stick around any longer. Goodbye.”

You take that as your clear cue to leave, and head off to dinner,

Adriana +5