Cloyd walked at the corner and ran his hands over the sets of gorgeous pegnoirs, slips, sultry chemises, revealing bustiers, tight corsets and a beautiful array of garters.

'A gift wrap,' he smiled to himself at an inside joke.

He set aside a pretty white garter that caught his eye and removed the dull nightgowns from the pile. He shoved those behind the shelf and in a quick movement, placed Crystal's regular clothing far from her reach in a fashion that it seemed almost natural and not intended.

When Crystal stepped out in another dress that didn't quite amuse him, he shook his head and turned away to catch his seat again.

"How picky..." Crystal massaged her neck and huffed in exhaustion from being his dress-up doll. It seemed as if nothing pleased him and she wanted to get done with this soon.

"If you're exhausted I would't mind dressing you up myself," Cloyd flashed one of his charming grins.

"T-That would not be necessary," Crystal ignored his smile and stomped to pick up the next dress gingerly and slid behind the dividers. She quickly undressed and blindly picked up one of the nightwear.

When Crystal noticed the clothing she just brought, she hiccuped. Her cheeks were flaming and roof of mouth turned dry like a desert.

She looked around for her regular clothes and found them out of her reach, away on the shelf.

She was almost bare and now she had two choices - walk to the shelf clad in underwear or wear the least revealing nightwear. She couldn't wear the last complicated dress again because it took her hours to fit in and required Florence's hand. She remembered the look of annoyance on her face because of countless efforts.

She inhaled and pinched out the most modest piece she could find. She threw it over her and smoothed it out.

Crystal peeked from the side of the fragile timber screen and watched Mr. Deighton looking down at his pocket watch. He had removed his coat and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. His facade looked calm. The dim yellow light from the corner bulb casted shadows on his face which highlighted his frosted porcelain like skin. 

'Perhaps... I have an idea,' she told herself.

"Mr. Deighton...."

"Yes?" he reared his head up at the sickly sweet tone.

"I'm tired, can we leave? You may proceed, I'll follow," she smiled like a lovely angel.

Mr. Deighton chose not to respond and stood up in might, his face carried the coldest look. He pushed the gold chained watch back in his pocket and held the end of the wooden screen.

"You should know childish tricks don't work.." he roughly pushed away the foldable screen.

"...on me."

Cloyd took in the scene before him almost shamelessly.

Crystal stood there in shock, clad in a seductively sheer chemise that didn't leave much to his imagination. The short silk shirt flared a little at the air produced by his movements and the lace brallete attached to it hid her beautiful feminine swells. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin.

She quickly pushed her hands down her skirt in an attempt to hide the show of her lovely slim thighs, but that just pushed her top lower and gave Mr. Deighton a more ravishing show of her cleavage.

Cloyd held her forearm and pulled her against his body. Her vanilla and coconut infused scent gave his burning desire further wind. Her eyes were big and bright like rare shimmering diamonds. The ruffled strands of brown hair gave him the after bed rituals image that she could possibly have.

He placed a hand over her waist possessively and buried his nose on her neck, inhaling her perfume.

His hands admired her figure by brushing lightly over her perfect little bottom and gave a small tap which made her flinch closer.

Cloyd raised his head to draw close to her face. He tilted her head back and kissed her soft lips delicately. He worked the speed and pressure of his kiss while fingers sneaked under the skirt and traced the underwear.

Crystal's loud heartbeat thumped against his torso and with the cold contact of his fingers, she gasped so loud, she was certain Florence or the manager could have heard them.

"Mr. Deighton....mhmm.." she managed to speak between his loving kisses.

"Cloyd."

His kiss deepened and his hand skimmed the band of her undies. Her delicate frame pressed firmly against his bigger body, he loved the feel of her.

"C-Cloyd... we.... mustn't..."

"Sir-" Florence stood with a set of neatly folded clothes in her hands and stopped mid-tracks to find the little woman dominantly taken by the handsome devil.

Cloyd's angry blood-shot eyes glared daggers at the petite saleswoman and she gulped hard, nodding in understanding to assure she shall pretend as if she never saw anything.

Florence scurried out and Crystal pulled away in embarrassment.

"That wasn't right. If my father comes to know about this, he'll forbid me to meet you in future, might even lock me up," she covered her face with her tiny hands but Cloyd was having none of this.

He jerked her hand away and spoke, "I'll see who stops you."

He took a step forward and fixed his jacket like a king's robe. Even the simplest movements of his could be so regal sometimes.

"The important thing here is..." he circled his arm around her waist and plunged her lower lip with the pad of his thumb, "..you cannot deny you didn't enjoy it, can you?"

"N-No..."