It's a Little Rough

Frank didn't look at the turquoise stone in her hand, but cast his gaze to the neck that was exposed when she lowered her head. A tooth mark could clearly be seen on it, several days had passed and this mark was still so obvious, this woman's skin was really fine.

His gaze turned to the white gloves on the table and suddenly bared a laugh with a touch of craftiness in his eyes.

Dulcibella followed her gaze. As soon as she saw the white gloves, she remembered the excesses that the man had done to her in the dressing room of the stage theater, and then a flash of shame and annoyance flashed across her face.

"Miss Davis does seem to like my white gloves, always staring at them." Frank placed his hands on the white glove and gently stroked over it, a gesture that looked very familiar, but Dulcibella simply didn't dare to think in that way, she hurriedly said, "No, I just think it is very special."