Click. Click. Click.
The Witch ascended yet more stairs. Dainty little hand moved from the railing to wipe at her brow in an oh so dramatic fashion when she reached the top. "Phew~" Violet eyes grew wide as she looked about, taking a few timid steps down the hallway, scent of pumpkin and spices trailing not too far behind her. "I thought it was here~" Glossy pink lips puckered into a pout of sorts as she walked.
Click. Click. Click.
Crimson hair was curly today, bouncing about as she turned her head this way and that way, looking over doors and.. oh? What was.. this was it, wasn't it? Heels clickety clacketied against the floor as she approached a door of interest, then she leaned forwards, lips silently moving as she read the words on frostied glass.
Alain D'Mourir...
Everything else was disregarded as a soft squeal started emanating from the back of her throat. "Found it~!" She leaned forward to peer through the glass, in hopes of catching a peek of her future husband, but alas! Frosty glass meant blurs.. no clarity. No matter! She'd seem him soon enough!
The Witch straightened, her normally five foot even frame now five foot six, thanks to those black, pin heeled shoes. She was nothing less than flawless in appearance today, those crimson curls framing her lightly make up-ed face, and still long and running down her back despite the tightness of the curls. Dainty hands ran down her curvy sides, smoothing her clothing out. She had to make herself presentable! Dress was short, black, strapless, though over that was a see through, form fitting, short sleeved crimson blouse. To top it all off? Tight knit fishnet stockings.
One of her hands moved from her side to knock at the door, before pausing in mid-air, as if she just remembered something. Hands then cupped beneath that bountiful bosom of hers and gave a little boost of sorts. Much better! Yet so shameful...
Adjustment made, she finally knocked on the door. As she waited, she straightened a bit more, peered up from lowered, fluttering eyelashes, puckered her lips into a playful, pouty smile, clasped little hands in front of her as the sides of her arms pushed her bosom up and together, and blushed ever so faintly.
Now to wait...
The Witch ascended yet more stairs. Dainty little hand moved from the railing to wipe at her brow in an oh so dramatic fashion when she reached the top. "Phew~" Violet eyes grew wide as she looked about, taking a few timid steps down the hallway, scent of pumpkin and spices trailing not too far behind her. "I thought it was here~" Glossy pink lips puckered into a pout of sorts as she walked.
Click. Click. Click.
Crimson hair was curly today, bouncing about as she turned her head this way and that way, looking over doors and.. oh? What was.. this was it, wasn't it? Heels clickety clacketied against the floor as she approached a door of interest, then she leaned forwards, lips silently moving as she read the words on frostied glass.
Alain D'Mourir...
Everything else was disregarded as a soft squeal started emanating from the back of her throat. "Found it~!" She leaned forward to peer through the glass, in hopes of catching a peek of her future husband, but alas! Frosty glass meant blurs.. no clarity. No matter! She'd seem him soon enough!
The Witch straightened, her normally five foot even frame now five foot six, thanks to those black, pin heeled shoes. She was nothing less than flawless in appearance today, those crimson curls framing her lightly make up-ed face, and still long and running down her back despite the tightness of the curls. Dainty hands ran down her curvy sides, smoothing her clothing out. She had to make herself presentable! Dress was short, black, strapless, though over that was a see through, form fitting, short sleeved crimson blouse. To top it all off? Tight knit fishnet stockings.
One of her hands moved from her side to knock at the door, before pausing in mid-air, as if she just remembered something. Hands then cupped beneath that bountiful bosom of hers and gave a little boost of sorts. Much better! Yet so shameful...
Adjustment made, she finally knocked on the door. As she waited, she straightened a bit more, peered up from lowered, fluttering eyelashes, puckered her lips into a playful, pouty smile, clasped little hands in front of her as the sides of her arms pushed her bosom up and together, and blushed ever so faintly.
Now to wait...