This was a short tight dark navy blue gym slip white blouse type shirt with tie very tight navy blue knickers long thigh length socks with a black sea..... Black canvas shoes. We were assigned our own room that was basic with a large wardrobe with different uniforms hanging in it ,also a long list of instructions regulations. I was looking at this when I was distracted by this voice from the doorwayDon’t worry about that now you have at least a week as I am to access you during that time. My name. Something about this man called to her wild side. “Flash.” She tilted her fruity drink before taking another sip, “and boom.” Nodding her head to the dozens of couples crowded in the muted light of the dance floor and dark corners. This bar definitely catered to the gimme gimme more gimme more gimme gimme more crowd. “Yeah, right. Flash and boom. So I see your flash, what about your boom?” Christie noticed his eyes touched on her breasts, but he didn‘t leer. Christie swallowed before she. She undid her cuffs and easing the blouse over her shoulders, let it fall to the floor, along with the bra; his soft, moist lips kissed her front, lingering over her nipples while she fiddled with the zip of her skirt. He grinned as she unzipped herself and rose slowly, her eyes flickered as she stared at the kilt. “How does it come off?”“Hah, got you there,” he chuckled, “that’s payment for all those tricky bra straps you’ve had us men struggling with for so long.”She sat back and examined it. Thorne had detected Emma the second she walked through the door. He did a quick scan of her mind, without her knowing it, and soon learned her identity.So the infamous White Queen had decided to visit his little club. He immediately went down to greet her. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up."You know me?" Emma asked him. She was still shaken by the fact that Thorne could see through her disguise. Emma suspected that he must have telepathic abilities of his own, her mental defenses.