It wasn’t like June could turn down an invitation to a charity event without looking some way or another (stingy, greedy, something else perhaps?), so she’d attended more out of obligation than anything else. They had been encouraged to walk among racks of clothing to see what items had been donated, although she wasn’t quite sure what the point was – all of the gowns were beautiful and it wasn’t like the men had much variety in terms of what they wore. Her hand flitted to her mouth to cover a yawn when she heard a sharp gasp from just ahead of her.

The blonde tipped her head as she tried to see what had caused such a ruckus, but soon found herself stepping forward because she couldn’t see from where she was at. A few others had joined her. June couldn’t help but snort as she tried to swallow a full on laugh as she finally spotted it hanging between a neatly pressed robe and a beautiful red dress, although she wasn't sure what the garment was supposed to be: a nightgown? An underskirt? A new form of fashion that someone was trying to encourage?

Either way, it was a dress far too sheer for a respectable young lady.

“I wonder who donated it,” June mused to the nearest person. Things just became much more interesting.

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