She breezed inside mid-morning, tea in a to-go cup in one hand and a small purse hanging from her other arm. Had to have something to carry the business cards and extra knife in, after all. She was dressed for work. Of a sort, in any case. A white, button-down business shirt-several buttons open-tucked neatly into a rather short grey skirt. A matching grey jacket kept the worst of the cold from her upper body and sheer black stockings helped, somewhat, to keep the cold from her legs. In contrast to the neatly pressed clothing, lavendar hair was an artful mess of riotous curls. There was even a minimum of expertly applied make-up. Mostly in the form of eyeliner and mascara, though there was a dash of lip gloss over otherwise nude lips.
Said lips curled into a friendly smile for Alain and as she moved across the room to her desk, black stiletto heels-couldn't wear flats with that skirt-were a muted click against the carpet. The tea and purse were set down on the desk and she leaned over to grab a handful of papers. She leaned one hip against the desk and rifled through them, looking each one over quickly before flipping to the next. Several pages slipped from her hands, and she bent down with a curse. "Bugger." Fingers tugged lightly at the end of the skirt, where it had risen to barely cover the backs of her thighs, including the lace of the tops of her thigh highs. She straightened, papers in one hand. The other was smoothing the material of the skirt down her thighs and twitching it all back into place.
Those papers were set down, with the exception of one grouping, and she sauntered over to Alain, leaning her hip against his desk and holding the papers out for him to look over. Fingers rose to play with the silver chain at her neck, dancing along her cleavage absently. "So.. Everything looking good? Anything I can do for you at the moment? If none of that looks too hard, I'll go on and get busy trying to make some contracts. If you think of something, just give me a hollar or come on over to my desk and we can discuss it."
Said lips curled into a friendly smile for Alain and as she moved across the room to her desk, black stiletto heels-couldn't wear flats with that skirt-were a muted click against the carpet. The tea and purse were set down on the desk and she leaned over to grab a handful of papers. She leaned one hip against the desk and rifled through them, looking each one over quickly before flipping to the next. Several pages slipped from her hands, and she bent down with a curse. "Bugger." Fingers tugged lightly at the end of the skirt, where it had risen to barely cover the backs of her thighs, including the lace of the tops of her thigh highs. She straightened, papers in one hand. The other was smoothing the material of the skirt down her thighs and twitching it all back into place.
Those papers were set down, with the exception of one grouping, and she sauntered over to Alain, leaning her hip against his desk and holding the papers out for him to look over. Fingers rose to play with the silver chain at her neck, dancing along her cleavage absently. "So.. Everything looking good? Anything I can do for you at the moment? If none of that looks too hard, I'll go on and get busy trying to make some contracts. If you think of something, just give me a hollar or come on over to my desk and we can discuss it."