Her dress was slinky and red, a thin sprinkling of sequins enough to catch the eye, to highlight her curves and the swell of her breasts.
Her shoes were also red, high heeled of course, to those who knew that were obscenely expensive, and to those who didn't they just enhanced the appeal of her legs, encased in pantyhose with a subtle flower design.
Her make up was on point, her eyes smoky, her lips plump and glossy, her cheeks oh so slightly rosy.
The overcoat was plastic, see-through, a natural and obvious match to the daggers in her hands.
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