“It’s Stella, right?” Magdalene purred, as she sidled up to Anton’s neighbor’s left.  A nod later and Stella was on the receiving end of a head-to-toe once over from the model.  A few hangers were cradled in her left hand.  Attached to these were a white blouse and a pair of mini skirts, one black and one red.  Behind these were two more hangers, which Magdalene promptly turned, so that the two behind were now in front, making a show of it in the process.<br/><br/>As attachments, both hangers held a set of matching lingerie in red and white.  The sets consisted of a bra, panties, garters and fishnet stockings.  Although black was always a favored color, red and white highlighted her skin tone perfectly.  “Anton likes lingerie,” she informed her, not that Stella asked.  “But you probably didn’t know that.  And he<i>loves </i>garters and fishnets.  But you probably didn’t know that either.”<br/><br/>Not only was Magdalene the type to thrust the knife in, but she also twisted it every which way possible.  “Anton adores how the garters frame my ass,” she stated matter-of-factly.  She shrugged innocently, looking directly at Stella.  “I guess you didn’t know that, too.”  Turning on her heels, she said as if they were long-lost friends, “See you around, Stella.”<br/><br/>Two steps later, and it was time to twist that knife in the opposite direction.  “And speaking of which, you’ll probably be seeing more of me soon.  Anton and I are talking about me moving in with him.”  That was a bald-faced lie, but there was no way for Stella to know this.  Magdalene waved goodbye with her fingers, finally turning to pay for her chosen items at the nearest cash register.  She left the knife behind.