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pretty much this and
this i guess
the dress, itself, fit her like a glove. the neckline dipped impressively low, yet showed nothing terribly provocative. the silk fabric hugged every little curve and bend of her figure, pooling just a little at her feet. the back of the dress hung remarkably low, showing nearly every centimeter of her back and somehow nothing more, it's cut hid the scar on her stomach effortlessly. thin bands marked an x halfway down the expanse of skin on her backside, like the treasure on a map. you could call it a trick of the eye, the way the dress seemed to add remarkable height to her small frame, but the truth lie in the heels concealed beneath, making five-two into five-seven with ease. she walked with a confident sway of her hips, not a single stammer in her step, evidence of the twenty-years of those shoes.
hair cascaded down in a golden mane, the curls cleverly placed and sprayed with decades-old hair products to keep from turning into chaos, the most unusual sight of her that evening was the makeup. the symmetry of the red on her lips, the dark shading above her eyes, it wasn't too much or too little, but just enough. you could look at her and see that it was kit, but your first thought wouldn't be
oh it's kit. rather, it ought to flow along the lines of
that's the beaumont kitten.
but that wasn't kit. she wasn't some honey pot. perhaps if that was her mindset, she could seduce a man out of his slacks that night. instead, she wore that familiar kit smile as she entered the room, warm and bright and navigating to her eyes. because kit wasn't a seductress, she was just
kit, and that might have been the most appealing part about her, her ease with regarding the world, or the most unappealing - because she wasn't going to bat her eyelashes and give flirty little pouts. though, it really wasn't clear where enough alcohol would take her.[/spoiler]
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"charlie luciano in the flesh and blood." she said with a small smile and an easy laugh, hands instinctively moving in the direction of his collar to give it an unnecessary touch up, a subconscious gesture.
"don't you look dapper tonight. i bet you're making all the girls weak in the knees."[/spoiler]
