She stood on the boarding pier for the party barge. She stood alone, head high and spine tall. A gold clutch was held in one hand; the other remained empty. That wasn't to say she went in unarmed, of course, but most wouldn't have been able to tell right away. Long white hair was draped down her spine; the barest makeup was traced, merely to enhance her features. But while most wore demure cuts of high fashion...
She didn't flinch away from being noticed.
Gold glinted over curves, draping over one shoulder sheerly while the other remained bare. She moved with a stealthy grace through the small crowd, and many parted to give her space. Amber eyes panned for her partner. She was told the Rangers had sent someone in to go with her, but not who. She supposed she could wait. Meantime, the party barge drifted closer. From here she could hear the music, the deep bass pulse in her veins. This was wealthy, high-class. But even they could be so bestial in their tastes.
She shifted in her heels. Somehow, this night felt different. Somehow, tonight would not be forgettable... but briefly, she also wondered if risking her career like this in aiding the rangers was truly wise. Only time would tell.
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