Alpha Brock
Somewhat fitted down to the waist, then flowy with a slit on one side that runs all the way up to my hip.
“Here,” Kara grumbles, tossing a small, zippered pouch in my direction.
I snatch it out of the air, turning it over in my hands and dragging the zipper open to see what’s inside. Makeup.
“Wow, he really wants me to go all out, huh?” I chuckle wryly, pulling a tube of mascara out of the pouch.
Kara watches me, narrowing her mean little eyes as I drop onto a stool in front of the mirror and rummage through the makeup. “Guess if he has to breed you tonight, he wants you to look halfway decent.”
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