Date Night.
She pulled out all the stops. The bronze dress was shiny, slippery, and slick against her curves. Not to mention short.
But, it was a date with Dr. Shilo after all and with her russet bronzed curls cascading down the back of the stylish black overcoat she felt like she might actually be able to pull this whole affluent thing off.
Hooking the earrings, slipping into the kickin boots. She grinned at herself in the mirror, dimples flashing. Aymeric be damned, she had come up in the world and it was time to live it up a little:
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