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"I have a gala on Friday," Leo said, feeling suddenly underdressed in his denim. "But it’s… not that kind of gala. It’s an underground masquerade." Jax’s eyes lit up. "Follow me to the back." buy naughty lingerie
"The lifestyle element," Jax whispered, "is the tech. You won't just look like the most interesting person there; you’ll have the data to prove it." The neon sign for Naughty Fashion & Lifestyle
"At Naughty , we believe fashion should be interactive," Jax explained, handing Leo a glass of dark, spiced amber liquid. "If you can’t dance, fight, or dominate a room in it, it’s just fabric." "But it’s… not that kind of gala
"I’ll take it," Leo said, reaching for his card. "And the boots."
Leo tried on the jacket. It fit like a second skin, the internal heating elements adjusting to his body temperature instantly. He looked in the mirror and didn’t see a guy who worked in finance; he saw a protagonist.