She smiled. Reached to adjust her jacket—but instead she paused, then slowly unbuttoned it. She let it fall open, the sheer top clinging to her skin. Her nipples were visibly hard. She looked at him as he looked down, held it open for him, then buttoned it again, slow and deliberate.
Her night isn't over.
“She didn’t know what she’d say next. But the city didn’t need her words—just her choices.”