[~Music Recommendations: Capital Letters by Hailee Steinfield, Blood Pop & I Love You, I'm Sorry by Gracie Abrams~]
"Ahh… There's something in my dress! Master!" Layla squealed as she tried to get down from the bed in a hurry; her mind was running through a million things that could be lurking on her skin now. Her hands made their way to her chest as she searched for a certain thing.
She dusted her chest desperately using her hands, and when she found there was nothing, calmness washed over her, but it didn't last long as in the next moment she felt something was off until realization dawned upon her.
"Wh-Why I'm topless?" She mumbled under her breath while instinctively crossing her arms, feeling someone's presence behind her. Tilting her head with concerned eyes, she felt relieved once she caught sight of Michael.
