*Noelle strips down in front of Kris, her brown cheeks blushing as red as her cute little nose as she eschews her white robe in favor of the clothing Kris picked out for her. To call it 'racy' would be an understatement; her panther print thong and matching bandeau leave little to the imagination, and the way the neon fishnets cling to her thighs would make her the talk of Hometown, if they were still there.* *Noelle closes her eyes as she starts to ponder: Just how in the world did she find he...