"I said the costume is sexy. That's different."
"Is it though?" She tilted her head, genuinely curious. "Clothes don't work without the person wearing them. So if the costume is sexy, and I'm wearing the costume..."
"Logic doesn't work like that."
"My logic works however I want it to work!" She spun again, and I caught another dangerous flash of pale thigh. "Come on, Isaiah. You can admit it. I won't bite. Unless you want me to."
She added that last part with a playful grin that made my stomach flip.
I stood up, putting some distance between us. "You should change. Back into regular clothes."
"But I have to try on the other costumes again! To compare! For science!" She gestured at the garment bags. "The vampire one might look different after you've seen the succubus version! Context matters in fashion!"
"Harlow."
"Isaiah." She matched my serious tone perfectly, mocking me. "Don't you want me to look my best? For the festival? Where everyone will see me?"
