The Inviting

 You hate going to these things. These high-end soirees. Wearing a well-fitted tailored suit, you step in and look around, swiping a glass of champagne off the tray of the nearest unsuspecting server walking past you. You'd rather get greased up enough to make this evening bearable. You stay close to the shadows, handing out greetings and making small talk with whichever group of pompous assholes decide to walk up to you. You manage a polite smile and a few words before your eyes begin to glaze over with boredom. Until you see her glide down the stairs. Your boss's wife. She's a sight to behold. A long black satin gown making a perfect contrast against her pale skin, a slit on the side that gives away the lusciousness of her thigh that peeps out every time she takes a step forward. Her hair pulled up back in an  updo with gorgeous strands of red framing her gorgeous face. She walks past you and you catch a whiff of her perfume and all you can think about is things you would do to make this woman happy. When you turn around to look, she's already looking at you, a small smile perched on her lips. 

What Is She Wearing?

Dress: .:{Sofia}:. Emma Star Gown Dress

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Hair: S-CLUB CARA @ ACCESS (September 2024)

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