Ice — Shoplyfter - Aubree

The door clicked shut. Now it was just Aubree and Morgan.

She did. Slowly. She pulled her sweater over her head in one fluid motion, leaving her in a simple black bralette. She was lean, with the taut muscles of a rock climber. Shoplyfter - Aubree Ice

She wasn’t looking at the $300 foundation. She was looking at the mirrors. Specifically, the convex security mirrors in the corners. The door clicked shut

She walked to the door and paused.