Where her wings actually joined her back was hidden underneath a light jacket and shirt, though it could be seen in flashes should one get close enough. The holes they poked through were slightly bigger than the wings in order to get them through. Getting dressed with wings was something that took lots of trial and error.
They didn't look just like a bug's wings stuck haphazardly between her shoulderblades. The main structures of the wings, the blood vessels and chitin, sprang out of a thin cuticle of skin where they met the muscle of her back, thinning to more brittle outer edges and the thin, tough membranes. The muscles that moved the wings twitched as the wings made minute adjustments, a distinctly odd picture if someone watched close enough.
"Well, that's nice. Everyone needs a hobby," Megan said, keeping her tone light. If he got any more grabby, she was going to insist he buy her dinner first, she decided.