Gizelle's hair and pajamas swayed in the wind. She didn't care about the black bra and sheer satin pajamas that people around her saw.
"Gizelle?"
"Frey. What are you doing here?" asked Gizelle surprised by a woman who approached her.
"I should be the one asking, what are you doing here? It's getting late and you came here with a sports bike and pajamas that are..." Freya didn't continue her sentence. She looked at Gizelle from top to bottom.
The satin pajamas were so thin that the bra she was wearing was clearly attached to her breasts.
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The man in black turned left and Gizelle followed suit. Now the streets have started to quiet even though there are still a few cars passing by. The road users screamed hysterically as they were almost run over by Gizelle.
Oh- how brutal that woman was.
