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Beverly hadn’t been expecting anyone to be on the other side of the door. Granted, it was still closed, and while it wasn’t lock, sometimes people had forgotten, if they were otherwise occupied. “Hey, throwback!” she chuckled, White Claw in hand. She took a sip of it and waved her hand, before going over to the side of the bed and bending down to look under it. “I would love to be flashed,” she said, as she felt around. “Don’t mind me, I left my bra up here after leaving in kind of a rush, and I would genuinely like it back cause it’s one of my nicer ones. Strapless and black, if you happen to see it.”
“You wear bras? Wouldn’t have guessed,” he teased, almost playfully before giving the room a halfassed once over, not spotting the bra she had described. “Well I don’t see it right now but if I find it and it doesn’t fit me I’ll send it back your way,” he says, turning back to the drawer and his search for something worth at least some bit of money. With a sigh, he opened up the top drawer, brow raising at the collection of lace and satin. At the top of the pile, a strapless black bra rested. “Think I found it.”












