"Do I look pretty?" Harry asked, turning around in his tight skirt, paired with a sleek, sheer button up that was tucked in its waistband. The thin heels of his shiny black shoes were clacking on the floor. "So pretty," Louis cooed, standing up from his desk and walking over to his intern. He let his hand slide up the inside of his shaven thigh, until he felt the scratchy fabric of lace panties stretching over the length of his half-hardened dick. He held his breath, looking into the deep, green orbs that were framed by a waterfall of soft chocolate curls. Harry smiled. "Put them on just for you, daddy."