Oh, Helen Flanagan, how do I lust thee? Let me count the ways. Well, I’ll start with her see through dress bottom flashing her panties-clad booty leaving the Whiskey Mist nightclub in London. Next, I’ll go to that cleave revealing front of the dress exhibiting her ripe and beautiful Flanagan funbags.
I’m not going to declare myself a true fashionista, but were I the General Commander of All Things Female Fashion, I would declare this Helen Flanagan dress the mandatory evening wear for all sextastic bosomy soap opera stars. And I would enforce this rule with the sharp end of my Egotastic stick, as it were. Enjoy.