by Florina » Mon Mar 23, 2009 9:13 pm
Elvira merely shrugs, trotting behind the dresses and selecting a flowing black dress that appeared to be old victorian in design. It ran to just above her ankles, revealing a rather striking pair of black stiletto heels that she had discovered. Her ample bosom was accented by the low cut of the garment, and her face (particularly her eyes) seemed absolutely radiant in comparison to the dusky material. To complete the image, she had let her hair down - now it fell to her rear, the crimson locks billowing slightly in the room's cross-draft. "Suit yourself..." She giggled, her light, breathy voice full of wonder.
This feels so natural, Annabelle. How on earth am I so used to wearing something like this, when I didn't have anywhere near the assets to pull it off half an hour ago?
She shook her head slightly, her heels clicking against the stage floor as she approached Devin. She flashed him a rather beautiful look, her smile as radiant as her pale skin. "May I have this dance?"