Kavinsky shivered, head to toe. He kept the skirt lifted, and he turned around to face the mirror over the sink. In the mirror, he could still watch Newt for a moment. He licked his lips again. Then, he took a step back, and bent at the hips, sticking his ass out. The edges of the panties dug into his skin, and his cock felt full but not all the way hard between his thighs. He breathed.

"...you should leave the dress on, this time," he murmured.