AMARIS
"Where are we going?" I ask Sol, looking down at her in confusion. She had requested I get dressed up, however as far as I was aware nothing had actually been planned for the evening, the kitchens were functioning as usual, and none of the other ranked members knew what she had up her sleeve. Indeed, they were all none the wiser, and had their own plans for the evening.
"You'll see," Sol says over her shoulder, focusing on her reflection in the mirror. She looked absolutely phenomenal this evening, delicate black stilettos with ribbons winding up her ankles, a skin tight little black dress that emphasised every single curve and full, pouting red lips, her hair in this elaborate half up, half down set up, firey curls cascading down her back.
She stands up from her chair, spinning
