Usually content with understated black, tonight Anglique had set phasers to stunning. Okay, so there was still plenty of black, because why change a good thing? But there was also a disturbing supply hot pink ribbon and lace, mostly in the form of the corset that was currently emphasising what nature had generously provided.
The restaurant, of course, was full of stifling romantic symbolism. Everything was this time of year. Angelique cared not one whit for romance, unless one counted her desire to manipulate others' romantic inclinations for her own ends as caring.
Suddenly, the couple talking nearby caught her notice and then, it was all over. It was not Delilah's night after all.
Of course, the man was not Angelique's type at all. She preferred her men more... attractive was really the only way to put it. That wasn't going to stop her though, because the woman he was talking to was the sort of woman Angelique felt obliged to irritate at every available opportunity and there was one sure-fire way to irritate any woman.
She strolled over to the two of them and casually slipped her hand into the man's back pocket. If he felt her touch, he would just assume she was feeling him up, and if not, all the better.
"Darling," she sighed, making sure she got right inside his personal space, "you didn't tell me you were going to be here tonight, or I'd have worn that dress you liked so much last time."
She smiled conspiratorialy.
"You know, the one with the split right up to," she pulled back just enough to indicate the top of her fishnet-clad thigh, "here?"