Your eyes moved down your reflection in the mirror, and you could admit you looked good. You had on lipstick, a rich red that matched the color of your dress. The dress was strapless and clung to your breasts as if they’d fall out with just one wrong move, and you wore the diamond choker he got you for Christmas last year. The dress hugged your womanly curves in a way that you could feel proud about, and it had a split on one side almost up to your hip, showing off an enticing amount of your thick thighs. From this angle in the mirror, your legs looked absolutely stunning in the black 4-inch heels you had on. This whole look was meant to set him off and now its wasted on somebody that doesn’t even care enough to come fuck you lie the dirty princess you are.
It took a couple of tries, but once you got the perfect shot of yourself in the mirror, you sent it to him with a text saying, “Maybe you’ll get to take the next one ;)” and you gathered your things to head out. Before you even made it to the door, your ringtone was going off at you and you stared at the picture of him flashing his devilish smile, debating if you should answer or not.