Smitten Like Whoa
Devi stood excitedly at the school doors, ignoring the brisk air as she twirled around in her long, tight black coat. It swept the bottoms of her favorite, buckled platform boots as she came to a stop, inhaling deeply to get a smell of the air as she glanced down to check herself over. She'd gone with a semi-mini plaid skirt and fishnets, not to mention a corsetted top in attempts to show that she had somewhat of a figure. She hoped she didn't seem too forward as she paced, nervously chewing her nails and checking the door every split second for sign of her Lady Door.