~ NYSSA
Jean Luc returned a few minutes later with some dresses on a rack.
My mouth dropped open at the sheer number of dresses being wheeled in. I'd expected maybe one or two but there had to be at least twenty on that rack alone.
"There are some more if we don't find anything," he announced, shutting the door behind him. "I know we didn't discuss much for style, but if you trust me, I think I know exactly what you might like."
He pulled out three different outfits from the rack: one black dress, one silver and another outfit in red.
He held out the black one to me. "This will be perfect for your date."
I stepped out of my dress and stood in front of the mirror as he helped me into the black dress. He was very respectful, looking away while I slipped into the skin tight fabric and keeping his hands to himself even as he helped me make adjustments.
