Yao Yanyan was wearing a black, low-cut matching skirt. Her long, wavy hair, streaked with blue, fell loosely over her fair shoulders, a few strands brushing against her delicate collarbones. Her slightly deep cleavage possessed a magnetic pull that made it difficult to look away.
Looking further down, her slender, nimble waist was tightly cinched with a black belt, accentuating her perfect body lines. The rather short skirt could barely cover her most intimate areas, and beneath it, her slender legs were encased in black stockings.
The black stockings were slightly thick, catching the light and shimmering softly, barely revealing the flesh beneath. It was precisely this kind of half-hidden, half-revealed allure that so easily set the imagination racing.
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