Lady D already knew today wasn’t going to be innocent. “Saint Patrick’s Day…” she smirked, opening the drawer. “Time to get lucky.” The green dress she pulled out looked playful at first soft, shiny, almost sweet. It didn’t stay that way for long. The moment Lady D slipped into it, the tiny fabric stretched tight, clinging in all the right (and wrong) ways. “Oh… you’re not behaving today, are you?” Lady D whispered, adjusting it slowly.
