A weekend getaway to the cuntry!
I arrive in a long, slinky black dress with high side-split, completely overdressed for a trip the country. The gravel crunches under my high-heeled boots, grinding against their hot pink soles, and leaving a layer of dust on their velvet fabric.
This outfit is of course, not an oversight or a mistake, but a deliberate choice.
"Impracticality is the key to seduction", I think to myself.
The din of the party escapes the house through open windows, growing louder as I approach. I take a final deep breath as I step on to the porch and place my hand on the wrought iron knob.
With twist and hard push, I open the door, quickly scanning for your presence in the crowded room.
But you have already found me. Your eyes transfixed to my body.
I am neither shocked nor offended by your blatant stare. After all, this dress has always been a favorite of yours, and I'm not one for playing fair.