Cara's Apartment, Thursday Evening
It had taken most of the afternoon, but Cara was finally glitter-free, and her likewise glitter-free leathers were carefully hung away.
After wrestling with the fastening on her dress (which had taken the non-glitter-removing part of her afternoon to find), and rescuing her hair after it got caught in the fastening, she sat down at the table to wait. Immediately she started drumming her fingers against the tabletop.
Within five minutes she was up and pacing, occasionally readjusting her cleavage.
So really, it was like any other random evening of hers. Nothing at all out of the ordinary. Nothing.
[For the girl.]
After wrestling with the fastening on her dress (which had taken the non-glitter-removing part of her afternoon to find), and rescuing her hair after it got caught in the fastening, she sat down at the table to wait. Immediately she started drumming her fingers against the tabletop.
Within five minutes she was up and pacing, occasionally readjusting her cleavage.
So really, it was like any other random evening of hers. Nothing at all out of the ordinary. Nothing.
[For the girl.]