Hectic did not begin to describe the life that she was leading. Being a business woman was definite work and as she listened to Dr. Philomedia and Cope-rah on the local television shows she just couldn't imagine how these women did it. Savin the world and raisin their babies while gettin dinner on the table for their husbands. Cope-rah, was always goin on and on about not havin to be everythin for everybody while bringin on Dr. Philomedia to fill the audience full of his vision of a future in which women could really be everything to everybody and still be somethin unique.
Hell, it was all Fiora could do to keep up with her schedule and she was single, stayin that way, and not about to procreate. A mother? It was a disaster of unimaginable proportions. She could barely walk home from the Inn without being accosted and had somehow managed to immerse herself in some seriously wicked dealings all the while trying to open a business or two.
Sensible heels were kicked off and the trusty nylons peeled free as the skirt and blouse hit the deck as well. If there was one thing she was learning to love it was the access to all the delightful fashions one could find in RhyDin.
Tonight she was headed to the opera and dinner with the esteemed Dr. Shilo. She flipped the combination lock on the lockers she had lifted from an old abandoned bowling alley that now served as both her closets and her cupboards. Yea, she had issues. If ye didn't lock it up how could ye make sure it was still yours at the end of the day? Seemed simple math to her.
The royal purple and black dress immediately caught her eye and as she set about accessorizing it she was surprised to find herself humming, "Doctor Doctor, give me the news! I got a bad case of lovin ME!"
Hip thrust! She broke into a mean rendition of the robot before giggling at herself and rushing into the bathroom to hit the showers. Tonight promised to be a good time.
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Hell, it was all Fiora could do to keep up with her schedule and she was single, stayin that way, and not about to procreate. A mother? It was a disaster of unimaginable proportions. She could barely walk home from the Inn without being accosted and had somehow managed to immerse herself in some seriously wicked dealings all the while trying to open a business or two.
Sensible heels were kicked off and the trusty nylons peeled free as the skirt and blouse hit the deck as well. If there was one thing she was learning to love it was the access to all the delightful fashions one could find in RhyDin.
Tonight she was headed to the opera and dinner with the esteemed Dr. Shilo. She flipped the combination lock on the lockers she had lifted from an old abandoned bowling alley that now served as both her closets and her cupboards. Yea, she had issues. If ye didn't lock it up how could ye make sure it was still yours at the end of the day? Seemed simple math to her.
The royal purple and black dress immediately caught her eye and as she set about accessorizing it she was surprised to find herself humming, "Doctor Doctor, give me the news! I got a bad case of lovin ME!"
Hip thrust! She broke into a mean rendition of the robot before giggling at herself and rushing into the bathroom to hit the showers. Tonight promised to be a good time.
http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab284/FioraShantalaine/img-setCA143739.jpg