It had to be some sort of boutique. A specialty shop. Secret, hyper-exclusive, a speakeasy of lingerie. That light on every night, and the changing silks that crawled up plastic thighs in the window. It had to be.
--The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/c-w
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