Paradise always has a snake in the grass
Greece is behind them now. The air smells different in Madripoor: still thick with sea spray, a thousand perfumes, the belch and stink of machines and humanity. Theresa knows it's impossible to smell all that here in their resort suite, but the memory of outside has lingered in her nostrils, and she is not looking forward to renewing her acquaintance with those odors.
Speaking of getting acquainted.... She squints again at her reflection, then steps back to tug at her gown. Nate had insisted that it would look beautiful on her. And the matching shoes. The lady in the shop had told her about stockings and ... it felt more like the bikini she'd worn in Greece than anything she'd ever worn in Kansas.
Her arms and neck are bare, unlike most of the women she's seen here, but her lack of jewelry doesn't trouble her. Her hair, though ... she's been too shy to take advantage of the salon downstairs. A braid doesn't look right. Finally she gives up and lets her hair fall loosely around her shoulders, then gingerly applies makeup. She has to wipe it off and try again before she gets it right, then steps out and looks for Nate.
"How do I look?"
Speaking of getting acquainted.... She squints again at her reflection, then steps back to tug at her gown. Nate had insisted that it would look beautiful on her. And the matching shoes. The lady in the shop had told her about stockings and ... it felt more like the bikini she'd worn in Greece than anything she'd ever worn in Kansas.
Her arms and neck are bare, unlike most of the women she's seen here, but her lack of jewelry doesn't trouble her. Her hair, though ... she's been too shy to take advantage of the salon downstairs. A braid doesn't look right. Finally she gives up and lets her hair fall loosely around her shoulders, then gingerly applies makeup. She has to wipe it off and try again before she gets it right, then steps out and looks for Nate.
"How do I look?"