I leaned in closer to inspect the screen. The image showed a model posing in an incredibly skimpy, ultra-mini pleated skirt that barely covered the hips, paired with a tight crop top. The top featured an open, heart-shaped cutout directly over the stomach and a dangerously deep cleavage line that left almost nothing to the imagination. The model in the photo had her arms pinned behind her back, leaving her smooth, bare armpits prominently displayed.
"Okay, this is… actually really good," I muttered, my eyes locking onto the design. "Holy shit. How much is it?"
"Eighty-five," she replied evenly. "Ninety-five if you include the shipping cost."
"I absolutely hate paying for shipping."
"Then we'd have to buy something else to clear the ninety-five-dollar threshold for free delivery," she smirked, her eyes flashing with mischief. "Maybe we should buy a steel chastity cage for your dick."
