Damn why was her pulse racing so hard?
Tom Ford Shanghai Lily perfume checked.
Huda liquid matte heartbreaker lipstick checked.
Smokey eyes and BadGal band mascara checked.
Everything was in place as Krystal gave her reflection another critical look, trying pointlessly to calm her raging nerves. It was time to wear her black dress embroidered with golden threads, not a designer one this time but something which her tailor had customized for her.
Putting it on with trembling fingers, she zipped herself up, her sultry eyes staring back at her with purpose. That night, the seductress staring back at her wore no masks, and for the first time she met her green eyes without curtailment, giving credence to the person she had become. She felt like a dark soul about to be exorcised, and that
