Flattered By Your Fascination With Me
Kisara hadn't expected the internet to give her such publicity, but she already had quite a few dates set up within the upcoming week. The one she was most concerned for was with one with someone who seemed to know Bakura. She hadn't caught his name before, but he knew of Bakura's address so she supposed he might be a repeat client for Bakura. Either way, she got to keep all 600 due to her finding the client on her own.
As little clothing as possible was another part of the night that worried her. She could wear a costume from her dancing shows, but she couldn't wear that on the street to get to Bakura's. Sighing, she pulled the top of her long hair back a little and secured it with a bobby pin before checking herself in the mirror. She'd chosen the skimpiest of things she owned, a spaghetti strapped navy blue dress that fit her form tight and stopped about halfway down her thigh. One of her dancing friends had given it to her as a 'welcome to this field of work' present.
Hastily, she pulled a long white jacket over top of her dress, secured herself into a pair of matching blue heels, and applied the rest of her makeup: clear, sleek lip gloss and a light dusting of white gold shimmer along her eyelids.
Noting the time, she quickly hailed a cab to Bakura's apartment and let herself into the elevator, waiting for it to go to her chosen floor. Within a few minutes, she'd made it to Bakura's apartment and knocked gently on the door, her blue clutch purse in hand.
[tag, YnM]
As little clothing as possible was another part of the night that worried her. She could wear a costume from her dancing shows, but she couldn't wear that on the street to get to Bakura's. Sighing, she pulled the top of her long hair back a little and secured it with a bobby pin before checking herself in the mirror. She'd chosen the skimpiest of things she owned, a spaghetti strapped navy blue dress that fit her form tight and stopped about halfway down her thigh. One of her dancing friends had given it to her as a 'welcome to this field of work' present.
Hastily, she pulled a long white jacket over top of her dress, secured herself into a pair of matching blue heels, and applied the rest of her makeup: clear, sleek lip gloss and a light dusting of white gold shimmer along her eyelids.
Noting the time, she quickly hailed a cab to Bakura's apartment and let herself into the elevator, waiting for it to go to her chosen floor. Within a few minutes, she'd made it to Bakura's apartment and knocked gently on the door, her blue clutch purse in hand.
[tag, YnM]