VS 120s, skintight red dress and smoke in your face!

Description: The first thing you notice is the smoke. it curls, lazy and grey, right in front of my eyes, a hazy veil that makes you look a little harder to find me. i don’t wave it away. i just let it hang there, a final barrier between me and the rest of the room. then your eyes drop, or maybe they’re dragged down, by the crimson. my dress is a second skin, a slash red hugging every curve in a way you can only dream. it’s the kind of tight that feels like a dare, hugging every curve, leaving just enough to the imagination to make the looking feel dangerous. just a waning, i am not wearing any panties, but you can only imagine whats beneath this tight dress... the vs 120s in my hand are a familiar, cool weight. i bring it to my lips again, the ember flaring for a brief, hot moment, mirroring the color of the fabric. i exhale slowly, and the smoke rushes back towards your face, tasting of ash and late nights. it’s not an accident. it’s the whole point. i’m not just wearing a dress. i’m wearing a challenge. and you’re already on the wrong side of the smoke.