While Su Mu was still engrossed in the reflection before her, the image of a daring, almost dangerously alluring woman staring back.
The changing room door creaked open with a slow, deliberate sound that made her jump.
Her heart leaped into her throat. She turned around with a swift motion, the leather of the corset creaking softly with the sudden movement, her eyes widening as she realized she wasn't alone.
There, leaning against the doorframe, was another woman.
She looked to be around Su Mu's age, perhaps a year or two older, with long, lustrous black hair that cascaded over her shoulders like polished obsidian.
Her figure was a perfect hourglass, accentuated by the outfit she wore—a vibrant red nightgown, crafted from a sheer, lace-trimmed material that clung to her curves.
It was a stark, fiery contrast to Su Mu's black leather and lace outfit.
A deep slit ran up one side of the nightgown, offering an enticing glimpse of a smooth thigh.
