Alpha Jaxon POV
I looked at the woman critically, taking her clothing into account, her long hair cascading down her shoulders in gentle waves, her dress clinging to her breasts and then gently molding to her frame before flowing to her ankles. She was pretty, by anyone's standards and would no doubt be dressed appropriately for the night ahead, her body tense and her expression wooden as she glared at me. I raised a brow amused, even as I threw the last bit of her disguise at her, a wig for her to adopt and hide that siren's hair of hers. She caught it in midair and scowled, even as she began to put her hair up and put the wig on to hide her tresses and locks.
"Are you satisfied now?" she grumbled impatiently "I have dressed as you required, surely this is enough" she complained.
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