There was no suitable clothing to cover herself, and she had no choice but to steel her nerves and put on the dress. The moment she opened the bathroom door, Odie's gaze shifted towards her.
Sophie was clad in a revealing black lace dress that accentuated her already impressive figure, highlighting her curves and slender waist in a way that made it impossible to look away.
Odie's eyes roamed over Sophie, and he found himself unconsciously swallowing.
Feeling uncomfortable under Odie's intense gaze, Sophie frowned and asked, "What is this dress you've prepared for me?"
Odie averted his gaze, responding, "Your work uniform."
"Work uniform?"
Sophie glanced down at her attire and questioned, "I'm supposed to wear this?"
"What? Do you have a problem with it?"
"Isn't it a bit too revealing?"
Although she wasn't opposed to mature clothing, this dress was blatantly provocative, clearly intended to seduce.
Odie stood up and approached Sophie, stating, "Your only value is to use your beautiful face and stunning figure to attract customers for me. Tonight is just about getting you accustomed. If you think you can't handle it, let me know in advance."
"I can handle it," Sophie replied nonchalantly. "I just have to wear revealing clothes to entice men, right? Doesn't sound too difficult."
The sarcasm in Sophie's voice was palpable.
Suddenly, Odie wrapped an arm around Sophie's waist. Instinctively, she wanted to push him away, but he was domineering. "I hired you to be a dealer, not to sell your body."
"The difference seems negligible to me," Sophie retorted, glancing down at her dress. "If there were any less fabric, how would it differ from lingerie?"
Odie felt deflated. From his angle, he could clearly see the cleavage at the front of Sophie's dress, the skin beneath starkly visible. He had merely glanced but already felt a warmth in his lower belly.
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