09-06-2014, 07:01 PM
Continued from: Rebirth of slick
Spectra had not left Marcus alone to fend for himself for long. She was already exquisitly arranged for the evening. Her hair fell like needles around her angled cheeks. Her eyes glistened mysterious as the Dark Continent. She was wearing an appropriate arrangement of haute couture straight from the runway with the sort of places Spectra Lin found herself on a night like theirs. Black pants made the twin stems of her legs nighttime rivers of sheen. A wide band wrapped her tiny waist to her rib cage. Her top lay like a short-waisted cloak made of golden scales across her shoulders, held closed at the neck and flared open toward the waist. The reversed plunged neckline would keep her chest and stomach cold, but a long red fur would see to her comfort.
Kolomon shadowed her as she plucked Marcus from where he waited. She greeted him with a fond smile as one rekindling an old flame. The Sigma was waiting on her. How thrilling.
She snaked her arm into his without preamble, and this time made to curl her fingers around his bicep. "Bar Oxygen?"
The arrangements were already made for them to crash the lavish pre-club scene bar and restaurant perched on the top floor of the many Moscow skyscrapers, but she asked like he had a say in the matter.
Spectra had not left Marcus alone to fend for himself for long. She was already exquisitly arranged for the evening. Her hair fell like needles around her angled cheeks. Her eyes glistened mysterious as the Dark Continent. She was wearing an appropriate arrangement of haute couture straight from the runway with the sort of places Spectra Lin found herself on a night like theirs. Black pants made the twin stems of her legs nighttime rivers of sheen. A wide band wrapped her tiny waist to her rib cage. Her top lay like a short-waisted cloak made of golden scales across her shoulders, held closed at the neck and flared open toward the waist. The reversed plunged neckline would keep her chest and stomach cold, but a long red fur would see to her comfort.
Kolomon shadowed her as she plucked Marcus from where he waited. She greeted him with a fond smile as one rekindling an old flame. The Sigma was waiting on her. How thrilling.
She snaked her arm into his without preamble, and this time made to curl her fingers around his bicep. "Bar Oxygen?"
The arrangements were already made for them to crash the lavish pre-club scene bar and restaurant perched on the top floor of the many Moscow skyscrapers, but she asked like he had a say in the matter.