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I know Will expects me to give a detailed report of my dinner with the Romanos, so I hasten my shower and find something to wear. But when I check the closet for pajamas, my jaw nearly hits the floor. Luna is getting more and more creative.
The nightwear section is stacked with either overly flimsy pieces that look like they'd fall apart if I have poor sleeping habits. In no universe can these be called nightdresses.
Upon closer inspection, some are straight up lingerie, complete with g-strings and thigh-high lace stockings. The only way I could wear these outside my bedroom is if I lived alone.
