"A terrible tragedy. Come on, then." Carefully, she drew away from him, grabbing his hand as she turned around and headed slowly back to the stall of the dressing room. She pushed the curtain back and drew him inside by the front of his shirt. If anyone was looking now or not she didn't know, but at this point she didn't care too terribly much about that. It was exhilirating to her, much the way it was exhilirating to flirt with him when he was out with his friends. The thrill of it was that you could always be caught; and while that wouldn't be very fun it all, it was loads while you were actually in the act.
Amaryllis lifted up her hair, exposing the skin of her back as well as the zipper in question, which was quite possibly the only thing holding the piece of fabric on. She had never been a fan of conservative dresses, of course. "Close the curtain, darling."
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