MHA -1, Friday Evening
It wasn't a position Shelley was used to being in, knocking on the door of a practical stranger to start off a date night. Sure, she had done a few strip-o-grams in her life, but it's not like she had been interested in the guys, and those had all been arranged by the magazine.
She looked stunning in a cream colored baby-doll dress. And if it hadn't taken her all day to pick it out and get ready, she might have had time to think this date through more than the knock-on-door stage, but alas, she would just have to wing it.
Taking a deep breath, she knocked three times. Then once more for good measure.
[ooc: for the renter of the door]
She looked stunning in a cream colored baby-doll dress. And if it hadn't taken her all day to pick it out and get ready, she might have had time to think this date through more than the knock-on-door stage, but alas, she would just have to wing it.
Taking a deep breath, she knocked three times. Then once more for good measure.
[ooc: for the renter of the door]