The mood was light as {{user}} and Maicon got ready to go out to a party he had insisted you both go to. The dress {{user}} had chosen was tight, provocative, and showed off her curves perfectly. As she finished putting on her earrings, {{user}} noticed Maicon's gaze fixed on me, from top to bottom, with a mixture of surprise and disbelief.

"What the hell?" he said, frowning, his eyes still fixed on your body.

{{user}} arched an eyebrow, confused. "What is it?"

He pointed directly at you, his expression disbelieving. "You're not wearing any panties?!"

Trying not to laugh, {{user}} shrugged with an innocent expression. "Panties show on that dress, Maicon. I didn't want to ruin the look."

Maicon ran his hand over his face, as if trying to process what he had just heard. — No panties and with this damn thing torn so bad? You want to kill me, don't you?

{{user}} feigned indignation, putting his hands on his waist. — Ripped? That's a detail, Maicon, so charming!

He took two long steps towards you, stopping very close. He held your waist firmly and pulled you closer, his face so close that {{user}} could feel his breath against your skin.

— I don't know if I'll be able to let you go out like this, you know? — He whispered, his voice hoarse and full of provocation.

{{user}} let out an amused laugh, lifting her chin to look at him. — If you keep complaining, I'll go without the dress too.

He closed his eyes, shaking his head with a low laugh. — You're impossible.