Originally posted by pchan, 22 Nov 2002, 12:27
- Handle : HiLyte
Role : Media
Sex : Female
Height : 1.83m (6' 0")
Weight : 58kg (9st 2lb)
Build : Slender, almost willowy
Hair : Currently strawberry blonde, normally braided in a pony tail down to her
shoulder blades, and tied off with an artificial orchid.
Party/clubbing look tends to manga-style with scarlet hair and twin pigtails
stiffened to arc further than normal.
Eyes : Currently green
Skin : Light chocolate, silky smooth and unblemished.
Clothing : Normally, a red-and-black fashionable jumpsuit with black ankle boots.
Club/sin wear is diaphanous plunging blouse, leather miniskirt, fishnets,
kinky boots and not much else...
Ethnic Origin : South American (Brazilian/Scandinavian).
Language : American English
She walked into the room, and a ripple of paused conversations spread across the room. The men stared at the stunning exotic Scando-Latina beauty, or more precisely, at those parts of her body not covered by clothing. Almost without fail, they switched their attention to those parts that were clothed a second or two later. The diaphanous blue-black plunging top was darker in the appropriate places, leaving
just the right amount to the imagination. Similarly, her long multi-coloured skirt was transparent enough for her long slender legs to be visible beneath, but opaque enough in the appropriate places to barely preserve her modesty. She didn't need any heels to showcase her height, but the shoes she chose added another three inches to her natural six-foot.
The women just thought
Bitch! as they momentarily lost the attention of the men. All except for the small minority of lesbians...
Her eyes swept the room, apparently unaware of the number of eyeballs which were mentally undressing her. Men started to approach her, hoping to get her attentions long enough to get a chance to bed her. She favoured them with small talk as she walked, but she was really looking for somebody else. It was, however, an interesting, if incomplete overview of the pecking order at this party.
Most conversations resumed soon after, but they were not the same as before. Eyes would linger over her as she walked by,
It took a few minutes, but eventually she found him ogling her.
"Sorry I'm late," she said, "but I had to find the right outfit for this party."
She looked at him, waiting for a response.
"KT?"
He closed his mouth as the fact that she was talking to him finally registered.
"Oh, um," he stammered.
"You look different from yesterday. Much more..."
His mouth refused to cooperate with his brain at this point, which was probably a good thing as it was just turning to mush anyway.
"Yesterday was work, tonight, I party."
She looked down at him; he was shorter anyway, and her heels gave her even more of an advantage.
"Do you party, KT?"
She laughed as expressions battled for supremacy on his face; fear, lust, disbelief, pride, avarice, doubt all assailed him, leaving him speechless.
The fact that she seemed to be favouring one man with her attention didn't mean that others didn't move in, but their lust for her meant that no-one spotted the AV bugs masquerading as buttons and beads on her outfit, and as fashionable protrusions from her shoes.
The evening was spent in the company of the rich and powerful and she did not shirk from allowing each of them some private time with her. After all, she was gathering useful information, and personal contact details.
She didn't ignore her entry ticket though; KT got to dance with her, and he swelled up with pride, to see that she was favouring him over those who would be his social and business superiors.
Inspired by Angela Lindvall.