She pulled Mel up off the couch and guided her to an open space in front of a large mirror on the wall. Vanessa grabbed the hem of Mel’s blouse and drew it up over her head, then tugged Mel’s skirt down to the floor. Vanessa ran her fingers over the cups of Mel’s lacy, purple bra. “These were my first gift to you.” A light smile crossed Vanessa’s lips. “I love seeing you in things that are mine.”
