The Silk Crypt Chapter 2

Mom led the two women through the backyard warehouse and slowly slid open a concealed basement door.

"Wait... it's just picking out a nightgown. Why do we have to go down into the basement?"

Staring into the pitch-black stairway, the younger girl gulped nervously, clearly frightened.

Mom gave her a profound look.

"These intimate nightgowns aren't like ordinary clothes. The fit and the length must match your body precisely for you to rest comfortably tonight."

Before the girl could say another word, Amber eagerly yanked her down the stairs.

The hidden door clicked shut in front of me, leaving me sitting bored on the floor outside.

Mom never let me through that door. She always said children shouldn't look at what was inside because it was bad for my development.

But I was already all grown up.

Pouting, I pressed my ear firmly against the door, straining to catch any sound from below.

The noises inside were bizarre—rustling, accompanied by faint, muffled gasps and sharp whimpers.

Did they both want the same gown and start fighting over it?

I wondered to myself.

After more than two hours, a few piercing, breathless cries echoed from behind the wood. Knowing the fitting was finally complete, I dusted off my knees and stood up.

Sure enough, moments later, the hidden door creaked open from within, and Mom emerged with the two women.

Both girls had flushed, deeply crimson faces. The younger one's legs were trembling so badly she could barely stand.

Amber wore a short, form-fitting dress, while the younger girl wore a sleek, tightly clinging nightgown that outlined every single contour of her body.

*Wait, that doesn't look very long at all,* I thought, puzzled.

Yet there was no denying they had become stunningly gorgeous.

The other hostesses waiting outside gasped, their eyes practically popping out of their heads.

"Oh my god! Your skin looks so plump and glowing!"

"Look at Silky! Even her complexion looks completely transformed!"

The young girl, whom they called Silky, touched her heated cheeks, bashfully shrinking behind Amber.

Mom smiled proudly, steadying the two girls as she escorted them toward the front door.

"This is just the initial effect right after putting it on, so naturally it's quite dramatic. The longer you wear it, the better the results. We only take girls recommended by regular clients. Once you save up enough, you're always welcome to buy my silk gowns."

Then, Mom's expression turned chillingly cold.

"But remember this carefully."

Her tone dropped.

"The fabric of these gowns is priceless. Cherish them. Treat them gently."

"Do not let them tear again."