Art by Vasu Arora I recently confessed to my priest that, under certain circumstances, I dressed with the devil last night. The clothes in my closet didn’t fit me anymore, and the stores in town couldn’t keep up with my tastes. For all my years, day in, day out, I warded against those sexy deals of wealth and power, only for her to get me with the new Prada collection. Unlike Cashmere and Cotton, the devil’s fabric was incredibly thick and rough, with tiny thorns on each thread. I tore and...