*She was like a prized possession being showcased in a maroon strapless dress; a one piece outer garment that told a story; a narrative of erotic events; shiny; zipped in the back; hugging her hips like a mother's love.
*She was very affable, maintaining the flow of conversation; their social interaction was as if they had known each other for years. Good hearted kidding and teasing; occasional smiling; the kind of smiles that were misconstrued; the ones that started rumors; and it was only a matter of time before those newsworthy rumor mills ran at full speed around the ballroom.
*She was a piece of work. Like a difficult puzzle. Conventional with an edginess to her. She was the kind of girl that expected a man to open the door for her, but dared him to slap her on the butt when she walked by.
*All business matters were complete. The twosome dallied around the room on opposite ends of the futon, exchanging laughs, smiles, and butterfly babbles. Crossbreeding sips of wine with trifling topics, she began moving in ways designated to catch his eye; wanted him to know he had clearance for go-ahead maneuvers.
*She stood up from the futon and strutted over to the short espresso table across the room; leaning over further than necessary. She was wearing a knee length summer dress and what she like to call her Betty Wright classic pumps; a musical artist, with a popular song titled No Pain No Gain. These were the kind of heels that ached her feet but was a sexy distraction.