Chapter 85: Mannequin of Flesh, Draped in Expectation
"What's Pavlov?" Kiya asked, her brow scrunched in pure, unfiltered ignorance.
"Ah, don't worry about it," I replied, waving off the question with a smirk. I guess space Russia didn't make the cut on this galactic playlist. "Anyway, did Sophia say why you two were summoned upstairs like fashion goblins?"
Samantha opened her mouth to respond, all poise and readiness, before Kiya derailed the conversation like a caffeine-addled freight train.
"Yeah! Mother said you think your fashion sense is absolute dogshit, so we're here to fix it!" she chirped, practically vibrating with glee.
"KAYLA!" Samantha hissed, scandalized, temporarily forgetting the devastating view of Irvine standing there in nothing but very revealing boxers — a sight that had kept her eyes firmly stapled to the floorboards for the past several minutes.
