I can't help but feel… A slow sigh escaping lips which were highlighted by the colour of ice, a fine figure in a white corset, stiletto heels and the most whimsical pair of rabbit ears couldn't help but feel a little bit dissatisfied with how her day was going, though surprisingly this sensation was not because of the absurd and somewhat amorous apparel she found herself wearing.
Like I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go~? Rather enjoying having a reason to break out this enchanting ensemble if she was honest, though she might have made commentary about how she was more the sort to snare rabbits than act like a docile doe she could admit that there was a certain crude charm to what she was wearing, and that only made her feel worse for seeming to be out of place like she was now. This wasn't the sort of arena suited to a woman like this, was it?
I'd have hoped a soiree in Hargeon might have offered a little more than chaperone duty… Most assuredly thinking she might have been a hoot with this headband and that signature mix of charm and exhibitionism that came natural to her in a more civil setting like a lounge or hell even a fetish club, unfortunately for Vanessa Caldwell a playground was hardly the setting in which she shone most brightly, figuratively speaking of course. She looked rather radiant in truth, if a little bored. Ok, very bored.
I haven't even had the chance to see their famed White Empress…? At the very least expecting that her trip to the south might have been rewarding if nothing else but for the sights that she might see, while the fellow folk in bunny costumes certainly had nothing to be embarrassed about this blonde beauty had been expecting at least one person to blow her away in a figurative sense, and yet seemed rather sorely conspicuous by her absence. Only example could help her to understand how the lauded lady who led the Pegasi compared to her legend, and yet, such illustration or lack thereof was entirely and frustratingly absent.
One does so hate putting the effort in for a waste of time… All of this wearing heavily on a woman who could have been enjoying a perfumed bath whilst she waited to see what treats the night life might offer her back in her new residence, it forced a vein in the side of her head to throb with an irritating persistence, though was not half as aggravating as what she encountered next.
Almost as much, in fact, as one hates a wandering palm…! So wound up that she hardly even jolted as she felt a clumsy paw reaching for her rump without even doing her the decency of buying her a drink or a chateau in the country beforehand, with a hand on hip the haughty heroine spun around looking for trouble, and yet found something she was perhaps something of a fool not to expect; a large, and innocent set of eyes looking up towards her…
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