It's getting late… A breath escaping the black belle as she looked up to the sky and saw not only the curve of a crescent moon above her but also a growing number of little twinkles overhead, while one of the ilk of Ursula Wilke was rarely the sort to carry a watch or other means of measuring time she rarely found that she needed it, and instead reckoned that the wolf blood she possessed and how it related to that white smile on high helped her to keep track of time when the sun went down.
All the better for something naughty, no~? Many seeming to feel a note of fear when it became dark but this particular violet haired vixen feeling more at home the more that the sky and the scene around her seemed to grow dimmer, to her there was something more magical and mischievous about the opportunities which were presented by the night which the day couldn't quite compare to, though on balance she wondered if that was in part the predator in her speaking. I mean, it was simpler to hunt after dusk, no?
Speaking of… The lilac lass certainly seeming to feel like she was on the prowl as she looked down herself and felt a shiver of excitement at what she saw, while the dress she wore was made simply and contained no leather or lace she found it none the less intriguing or alluring for that fact, and instead found the temptation inherent in the zig zagging zippers which dominated her ensemble to be quite the piece of innuendo in of itself.
Bet his eyes will pop right outta his head when he sees this, eh? The gothic gal going all out in fact both with this risqué number and what she wore along with it, not only did she wear a rather daring collar and more metal in her ears and other places than one might find in the cutlery drawer, but also something even spicier for later on. Assuming there was a chance to 'unwrap' this little gift, of course…