#Chapter125
He hoped so, at least.
/"So what do you think?/" he demanded at last, pushing to his feet. The crusty mood had upcycled into a slow-blooming cheer, and as he glanced between the two main outfits he'd dwindled it down to, hangared on the back wall when all the rejects swam at his feet and over the doors, he swivelled the camera. /"Sexy booty shorts or More, Daddy, More?/"
/"Sexy booty shorts,/" Raven's unwarranted answer filtered in.
/"Ohhh./" Summer leaned forward. Narrowed her precious little eyes and studied what the shaking camera had to offer. /"Now that's an unfair choice, hun. What's the occasion?/"
He filled her in. He'd racked Raven's brain about the type of event Sub Zero, their club, would be hosting, and although it was on the tamer side compared to some of the kink fests they'd been responsible for, it was still extreme. So yeah, either outfit would fit but . . .
