Pre-Gala Pluckiness
Connie had gotten rather frustrated with Nyra over the very simple matter of her own hairdo. She'd wanted it plain Jane straight bob, the same way she'd worn it for over twenty years...
But Nyra wanted something different. "What can be done differently?" Connie had said. Nyra couldn't answer. And even the fashion magazines Connie'd subscribed to since moving into Nachton (especially with having two of the most influential figures of Gothic-Ah Fashion as family friends) didn't help diddly.
So what if it's "same old same old?" "Same old" works for a lot of people.
Not that Connie ever considered herself "other people." In fact, loving one of the best artists in the world - and a female at that - not to mention who she was and who she'd become - made her different.
So with that in mind, Connie called Rachyl and asked for some hair styling tips, and was given Rick's number.
Rick had suggested a finger wave 'do... And when Connie walked out of the Salon for the dress shop, she couldn't help but stop at every mirror or window to peek at her new style.
The dress was ready, and she carefully hung it in her car as she drove home.
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Of course, getting into it proved another matter... Until Connie realized it would be easier if she put the gloves on -after- putting on the dress. Slipping it on over her head so as not to mess up her hair, the vampire wiggled and shimmied it into place. The fabric was cold, but hugged her gently as she pulled the gloves back on. The thin spaghetti straps weren't too much of a bother, and she was glad the "neckline" was higher than her breasts, as for some reason she didn't want to show them to anyone except Nyra tonight. She stood in front of the mirror and sighed, realizing she hadn't put on the snowflake necklace she'd picked up for just this occasion.
Even though she'd wanted her new 'do to be a surprise to Nyra, she needed help getting the necklace on. "I'll be damned before I take these gloves off again." Sliding into her mid-height shimmery blue heels, she swished in the mirror for herself once more, and headed over to Nyra's for help.
The salon also applied light makeup for her, which accented her eyes and full lips. Nyra was quite thankfull that she had showered prior to the appointment because she really did not want anything to mess up their hard work. Which looked great just was not something she would personally be able to do herself.
Connie had helped pick out her lingerie for the event. Nyra still blushed fiery red at the memory of the shopping trip. Her dress though was a secret. The dress clung a bit more than she was comfortable with, but it was very flattering to her hourglass of a figure. Satisfied with the look she slipped on her shoes and looked around for the black clutch purse.
"How am I supposed to help if I cant peek?" she teased. Since she was ready she figured why not peek at this point.
"You are welcome to come in and peek I am ready!" The artist smoothed her freshly manicured and buffed nail tipped hands down her sides, smoothing the dress. Her purse that was sitting on the kitchen island was mostly ready, except for the reluctant phone. She had put on one of her own bead creation necklaces earlier. The onyx beads nestled against a creamy cloisonne flower in a choker that lay in the hollow of her throat.
She felt beautiful and ready for her date and more excited than any other date she had gone on prior. Connie just lit a fire within her that she had not known was even there.
With her eyes closed, though, Connie couldn't tell. "My eyes are closed," she said, "So you're welcome to come to me because I'm sure you wanted to surprise me. I just... was ready to smack myself for choosing gloves, especially since I put them on before I was fully dressed."
The blue tone set off the magnificent hair in a very beautiful new style while the neckline emphasized the rounded curves just waiting to be uncovered. The artist was facinated by how this woman could pull off elegant as if she simply slipped into an old familiar skin.
Making her way towards her she wondered just what kind of help was required before she noticed the chain clasped in those long elegant glove clad fingers.
"Here, let me help you with that." Gently she took the necklace and nudged her lover around in a half circle. Reaching up, Nyra carefully placed the necklace around the long smooth neck before her. It was simple to clasp and as she adjusted it so the clasp lay upon the very back she placed a small whisper of a kiss upon the neck before her.
"You look fabulous."
Connie turned back around to face Nyra and placed a soft kiss on her artist's nose.
Nyra tapped her finger against her lips, giving Connie another look. "In fact, if this wasnt for such a good cause I may have asked if we could find something else to occupy our eve."
Even though she could feel a blush heating her cheeks at the thought of 'something else' Nyra leaned upwards and placed a soft kiss upon Connie's lips. it was a shame they had to go soon.
Connie winked a few times quickly, a joking smirk tugging her lips as her brain conversed with itself.
"Not that you have much of a choice."
"Choice? Sure. I choose not to endanger people with my poor dancing skills."
"Exactly. No choice. You know yourself too well to allow yourself to do that."
"Dancing does sound nice, but only if you dont mind. I am quite ready to go whenever you are." Tossing her velvet wrap over her arm her hazel eyes looked at the beautiful vision before her. She was really looking forward to showing off her lovely date tonight.
To illustrate her point, Connie feigned a shiver, then a chill ran up her spine as an unformed thought melted in her mind then froze immediately. "Let's go, I'm hankerin fer some gala-reeatinationating!"
((Nyra & Connie out! Off to the gala!))
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