The zipper reached the bottom, and Fifteen's dress automatically parted, sliding slowly down her shoulders, pooling at her feet.
Phoebe didn't look at her body, just slightly raised the corners of her lips, straightened up, and watched her with playful eyes as her face was visibly stained with a flush of pink.
"Your heart's beating fast, are you nervous?"
"Excited." Fifteen raised her hand to grab his shirt collar, "Now, it's my turn to help you!"
Though her words were bold, her fingers were clearly trembling a bit.
Standing in front of a man with only her underwear on, this was the first time in her life, she was a thief, and she was also a woman—no, more accurately, still a girl.
Phoebe didn't flinch, letting her do as she pleased.
He wanted to see how much she could endure.
Fifteen unbuttoned his shirt one by one, the syringe was no longer on her, her only hope was lipstick.
She had to kiss him, she must kiss him!
