Ruined By Her

~Dorian~

~ Dorian ~

What the actual fuck.

I stop dead in my tracks the second the elevator doors part. Yesterday, I looked her right in the eye and told her to wear something more appropriate for a corporate environment. I did not mean this. She stands rigid behind her desk, swallowed whole by a heavy, dark, shapeless mass of fabric. It covers her from her neck down to her ankles. There is no c