"Enough? What do you mean enough?"
Dirk Carter paused for a moment and asked.
Daisy Young said nothing.
She turned and walked to the dormitory door.
She closed it and locked it with a click.
Then she drew the curtains.
She took off her glasses and set them aside.
With her hands behind her back, there was a ripping sound, and the zipper at the back of her evening gown was undone.
Her shoulders gave a slight shake.
The silky long evening gown slipped off her shoulders.
Her perfect figure appeared before him.
Perhaps it was for wearing the evening gown.
Daisy Young wasn't wearing underwear underneath.
The only thing covering her bosom were a pair of pasties.
And the mysterious area was covered by just a palm-sized thong.
Despite Daisy Young's usual proper demeanor, her hidden attire was so daring, it made one's blood boil in an instant.
"Daisy Young, you..."
Such a move understandably surprised Dirk Carter somewhat.
