belledonna: Pure Trouble

White, soft, and clingy against my skin—these look innocent, but once I’ve worn them for days, they turn into nothing but pure trouble. Every move leaves them warmer, wetter, and dripping in my scent until you can’t think straight. They may look angelic, but once you open the bag and breathe me in, you’ll know the truth— there’s nothing pure about me at all. 😈💋