"Oh, so the newcomer has claws," she murmured, her voice thick with approval. "You might actually be dangerous."
With an elegant twist of her hips, she slipped from his grip and turned toward Annie with that same taunting, playful smile.
"Now… it's your turn, dear."
The shift in focus hit Annie like a jolt, dragging her out of the flustered haze she had been trapped in. She took a deep, shaky breath and stepped toward the trial room, the murmurs of the gathering crowd following behind her.
The door shimmered faintly, opening to reveal a space that seemed larger than she had expected it to be.
Inside, she hesitated for a moment, glancing down at the garment she had selected. She had never worn anything like this before. Her heart raced as she lifted the garment toward herself, the fabric hovering as though it had a mind of its own, aligning perfectly with her body.
