She giggled to herself as her fiance stared, slack-jawed. Long, lacy black stockings topped with white frills, held tight to her creamy pale thighs by frilled garters. The short, fluffy, black skirt wasn’t even close to hiding the tops of the stockings, baring an inch or two of skin before the hem barely managed to preserve her modesty by concealing the semi-transparent black lacy panties. The costume had a corset-like top, her generous breasts barely held in place by the white, fluffy material above the corset. Atop her head was the piece de resistance, a little black hairband nestled in her long red hair, with a white, lacy frill on the top. As her husband-to-be stared, she gave a bow, folding her hands in front of her, exposing a valley of pale cleavage. “Welcome back, master~” She greeted, in a singsong tone. “Would you like dinner? A bath? Or, perhaps, me?” She inquired playfully, a mischievous sparkle in her emerald eyes.
