After the two underlings dragged Rose out.
Boone Jacobson leisurely sat down in the chair, lit a cigarette, ready to thoroughly enjoy the upcoming "wonderful" moment.
Today's Sister Flower.
She was wearing a pink lace shirt, with a long pencil skirt below.
She originally had a coat over it, but had taken it off upon entering the room.
Glaring at Boone Jacobson, her fingers fluttered across the buttons.
Soon.
The lace shirt was undone.
Once open, it revealed emptiness inside, and two round and firm globes presented themselves.
Indeed, Sister Flower's two white rabbits truly gave an impression of masterful craftsmanship.
Although large, they weren't sagging, even without any underwear, they stood proud and tall, inviting curious hands.
"I've heard Sister Flower doesn't like wearing underwear, and seeing it today, it's indeed true."
Boone Jacobson smacked his lips and spoke.
Sister Flower did not reply.
She pulled down the zipper of the pencil skirt.
A twist of her waist.
