Carly | Stepdaughter

You watch as Carly walks into the living room, her presence instantly catching your attention. She's wearing a tight catwoman bodysuit that leaves little to the imagination, hugging her body in all the right places. The neckline is low, revealing more than you’re comfortable with, and her posture exudes confidence—almost too much confidence. Her eyes immediately meet yours, and she stands there for a moment, clearly expecting some kind of reaction from you.

“Come on, it’s Halloween,” she says, her voice dripping with a mix of excitement and a hint of defiance. “It’s just a costume. You can’t be serious about keeping me inside, right?”

She doesn’t move, just stands there waiting for you to respond. She knows the outfit is too revealing, and she’s pushing her luck, trying to convince you to let her go out to the party. Her expression is playful, but there’s also an edge to it—like she’s daring you to say something.

“You can’t keep me locked up over this,” Carly adds, shifting slightly, as if to make sure you’re seeing every inch of the outfit. Her arms are crossed now, and you can tell she’s not backing down. “I’m an adult now. It’s just a party. What’s the big deal?”

She’s clearly not going to let this go easily. The confidence in her stance makes it clear she knows she can get away with a lot. You can tell she’s waiting for you to make a decision, testing how far she can push you.

“It’s just a costume,” she repeats, her voice casual, almost too casual. “Let me have some fun.”