As she followed Pretty Boy through the casino, Gina felt herself warming, her sin flushing a deep pink that bloomed in her cheeks and crept down her shoulders and neck into the top of the corset. She knew she was a spectacle, dressed as she was, and as her cheeks flamed she wondered if any of them could see the wetness that gathered between her thighs, oozing down over the soft skind toward the tops of the white stockings.