departure

Jonathan's gaze lingered on Dawn's exposed body for a few moments longer, as if savoring the sight of her vulnerability. Then, seemingly satisfied, he nodded to himself and finally replied to her question. "Not quite yet, Dawn," he said, a sly smile spreading across his face. "But I'll tell you what - I'll let you put some clothes on. Just for a little while, of course."

Dawn's eyes narrowed warily, unsure of what Jonathan had planned, but she felt a surge of relief at the prospect of covering herself up. She slowly straightened her back, her breasts no longer pushed out towards Jonathan, and her legs still spread apart.

As Jonathan's words hung in the air, Dawn's eyes locked onto his, searching for any sign of trickery. But his expression seemed genuine, and she felt a spark of hope ignite within her. She slowly closed her legs, her thighs brushing together as she stood up straight, her breasts still sensitive from the earlier exposure.

Jonathan nodded towards a small pile of clothes on a nearby chair. "You can put those on," he said, his voice a little softer than before. "The black V-neck tank top, the pink mini skirt , and the boots. Just those."

Dawn's eyes flicked towards the pile of clothes, her gaze lingering on the black V-neck tank top, the pink mini skirt, and the boots. She felt a twinge of unease as she realized that the outfit was far from modest, but she was **** to cover herself up, even if it was just partially. She took a tentative step forward, her black knee-high socks making a soft rustling sound on the floor.

As Dawn reached for the clothes, her hand closed around the soft fabric of the black V-neck tank top. She pulled it over her head, the cotton sliding over her skin like a gentle caress. The top hugged her curves tightly, the V-neck dipping low enough to reveal a hint of cleavage. Dawn's cheeks flushed slightly as she realized just how revealing the top was, but she was determined to get dressed as quickly as possible.

She picked up the pink mini skirt, the bright color a jarring contrast to her subdued mood. The skirt was even shorter than she had initially thought, and Dawn's heart sank as she realized she would be exposing even more of herself.

Dawn's fingers trembled slightly as she stepped into the pink mini skirt, the fabric rustling softly as it slid up her thighs. She felt a surge of self-consciousness as she realized just how short the skirt was, the hem hovering several inches under her ass. The black knee-high socks seemed to stand out even more now, a stark contrast to the bright pink of the skirt. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should try to adjust the skirt, but then thought better of it. Jonathan was still watching her, his eyes fixed on her with an unnerving intensity.

As she reached for the boots, Dawn's eyes met Jonathan's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.

Dawn's eyes met Jonathan's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Dawn's heart raced as she tried to read his expression, but his face was unreadable. She could feel her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized just how exposed she was, even with the clothes on. The black V-neck tank top clung to her curves, revealing a hint of cleavage, and the pink mini skirt barely covered her ass.

Jonathan's gaze traveled down her body, taking in every inch of her exposed flesh.

Jonathan's gaze lingered on Dawn's exposed skin for a moment longer, his eyes drinking in the sight of her in the skimpy outfit. Then, seemingly satisfied, he nodded to himself and turned away, his movements economical and deliberate. "I'll be going now," he said, his voice low and even, devoid of any emotion. "We'll meet again in Eternal City. Don't forget, Dawn."

Dawn's heart raced as she watched Jonathan turn away from her, his movements economical and deliberate. She could feel her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized just how exposed she was, even with the clothes on. The black V-neck tank top clung to her curves, revealing a hint of cleavage, and the pink mini skirt barely covered her ass.

As Jonathan walked away from her, Dawn's ears strained to pick up the sound of his footsteps, her senses heightened in anticipation of his departure. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft rustle of her pink mini skirt as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She felt a wave of relief wash over.

As the sound of Jonathan's footsteps faded into the distance, Dawn's gaze remained fixed on the spot where he had disappeared from view. She stood frozen, her body tense, her senses still on high alert. The silence seemed to vibrate with tension, and she felt like she was holding her breath, waiting for something to happen. But nothing did. The stillness was oppressive, and Dawn's skin prickled with unease.

She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of vulnerability that lingered long after Jonathan's departure. Her eyes dropped to the ground, and she noticed the dust-covered path of Route 205 stretching out before her.