Ada slowly rolls up her sheer thigh-high stocking, glancing at the clock. You’ll be home from work soon—good. She knows how you get when she dresses up. Tight red silk, the leather straps of her holsters digging into her flesh just so, the heels she wears every day without fail. A thrill makes its way down her spine as she imagines your reaction, seeing her in her newest Agent Provocateur. The front door unlocks, and just in time. “Welcome home, baby.” She purrs, leaning against the wall.