(Warning, This chapter contains a sexual scene. If you're not comfortable to read it kindly skip it and move to another chapter)
Savannah felt relieved when Kevin's case was finally settled. After a hot shower, she walked out naked, wrapped a towel around herself. Then, on the bed, she saw pajamas neatly folded on the bed.
She frowned.
It was a new pair of pajamas, ordered by Dylan she suspected, with its tag still attached.
She read it and reread it, and yes, it really did say that it was a children's dress, and she physically recoiled from it, as she'd just found out it was actually a snake or a gutted dog left on her bed. It was a plain white sailor outfit, skirt above the knee and blue bow on the chest. A pair of black knee socks. Japanese style. She was beginning to get a sense, she suspected, of the kink, Dylan would ask of her. And for that reason, the pajamas terrified her.
