It was a Sunday morning, and Sarah found herself walking to church. She was a brunette with long hair that cascaded down her back, often tied up in a messy bun, giving her a carefree and wild look. Sarah loved the feeling of her hair flowing freely, but today she had decided to contain it, as she was feeling a little self-conscious about her fishnet outfit.
Entering the church, she felt the eyes of the congregation on her, and she couldn’t help but feel a little thrill run down her spine. Sarah loved the attention her outfits brought her, and she reveled in the feeling of power that came with it.
As she took her seat in the pew, Sarah couldn’t help but notice the young man sitting a few rows in front of her. He was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Sarah felt a pull towards him, an attraction that she couldn’t ignore.
