fishnets and black

Noir emerges with a short skirt of a shiny, leathery looking material that just got past her hips. She wears a fishnet top, a narrow red bra visible beneath it. It apparently had holes in its breasts, as her nipple rings poked out proudly from some tiny opening.
“Well?” she says, folding her arms behind her back and jutting her chest out a bit.
“Ahmnagma,” you manage through the drool.
Noir laughs excitedly. “I’ll take em.” You can’t even take your eyes off her as you pay for her clothes and leave the store.

“You can stop staring,” she giggles, blushing a bit. “You’re gonna crash if you stare any harder.”
“Sorry,” you say, turning back to the road with some effort. “Got anywhere else you wanted to hit, or is it clubbing time at last?”