Provocatively she rolled the sheer nylon stocking down her thigh and lingered with it on the lower part of her calf. With an almost devilish glimmer in her eye she proceeded to pull the garment from the tip of her outstretched toes till it stretched enough as to place it between her teeth. With a clean jerk of the head her hair cascaded off her shoulders and down her back as the stocking was removed to rest there hanging from her mouth. She discarded it to the floor, spinning around in the chair so as to do likewise with the other leg.
“I’ll just see if they have these in your size!” murmured the young sales assistant, referring to the pair of shoes she’d picked out only minutes earlier.