Feeling thankful for your rescue, she accepts your invitation to dinner.
You lead the pixie out of the bar, and over to the elevator.
In the elevator, as she unbuttons the front of her costume, you suspect she isn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts seemed small and well formed.
Unbuckling something inside her costume, she grabs her wings and eases them off. Four leather straps slide out of hole in the back of her pixie shirt.
She sighs with relief. Now you can see she certainly isn't wearing a bra, and can admire part of each lovely breast.
Since she has forgotten her shirt is open, you say...
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