
do you like my #midnightcitygala outfit? someoneleftitinmy respiteblock. [The leatherette sits close. Fitted. Intentional. Every line chosen, not found. It catches light in brief, controlled flashes. Nothing excessive. Nothing given freely. Over it, the tulle rests, making the silhouette harder to discern. Drifting just off the body. It interrupts the silhouette with every step, softening nothing, only distorting. There is an oval hole in the stomach, showing off Vesica's tattoo. The hat does the rest. Wide brim. Low. Ringed with small dangling pieces that never quite stop moving. Enough to obscure. Enough to frustrate. The face is withheld. Save for the mouth. Black overlip. Fuchsia underlip. A point of focus whether permitted or not. Their hair is worked into braids. Tight. Deliberate. Patterned with care. Some pulled close to the scalp, others trailing just enough to catch against the tulle before slipping free again. Nothing loose without reason. In hand, a black leather envelope clutch, held like it belongs there. And the platforms. Four inches, one foot in front of the other in the picture.]

