A laser-thin light shone on her dresser. Pursing her lips in concentration she nudged the door; and only when it stopped, a clear path upon the floor of the room, did her face relax. Quietly drawing a breath, she compressed her body as one in need of self esteem and walked, like an Egyptian, through the crack. Once in the room she allowed her curves to return to their natural state, gazed lovingly at the voluptuous form barely visible through shadow and spread, and allowed herself ten seconds with the mirror to reflect on how lucky she was.
Back to business, she stepped around the dresser to the carefully-placed armoire. Everything it contained was suitable for the office, but she only dressed for the mood which was hardest to inspire and today aimed for arousal through impressiveness. Stepping back, she selected the undergarments of the woman she aspired to exude and dressed slowly, carefully, quietly, as if she were slinking away from some unnamed chamber, desperately trying to keep last night's mascara from making tomorrow morning's dry cleaning.
She cast her eyes where she knew the bed was and blew a silent kiss.
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